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I started thinking I was pregnant around the second week in January, but I went to
my doctor and he did a test which came back negative. I felt kind of relieved since
my daughter was only 4 months old. the morning of febuary 7th, I was feeling fine.

Iwent to work and was doing my routine of picking up my son and daughter up,
when all of a sudden I started having the worst pain in my right side. I also started
pouring blood. I was at my sisters house getting my daughter when all this started.
My husband told me he was taking me to the hospital. I told him no, that I would
go home lay down and be fine. Well, needless to say 10 minutes later my husband
was rushing me to the hospital. When we got there the er was packed. It took 2
1/2 hours for them to get me back just for triage. After I sat there screaming
because I was in so much pain, they finally took me back. they imeadiatly started
giving me shots for the pain. The doctor came in and did a pelvic exam and said my
cervix was open, but my pregnacy test was negative. Then they descided to do a
blood hcg level. This test confirmed that I was very pregnant. The next thing I
remember is going into the ultrasound room. They turned the screen so I couldn't
see the monitor. The technician went out and got the doctor. After he saw the
screen, they came in and gave me more shots. By the time I was leaving the
ultrasound room, I couldn't move and didn't know exactly where I was. As I was
beeing helped off the bed, I started falling, and that is when I saw my baby on the
screen. This made me hysterical, since I didn't know what was going on. The next
thing I remembering is waking up in the hospital the next day. I turned to my
husband and mom and asked them if they knew anything about the baby, like when
it was due. They started to cry and I knew something was wrong. They told me
that my baby was in my tube and it had ruptured and had damaged my ovary, so
they had to remove my tube and ovary. Still not knowing, I said well at least I
didn't lose my baby. That is when they had to tell me the worse thing I have ever
been told, my baby had passed away when the tube ruptured. The doctor came in
and acted as if it were nothing. I was so angry. He just sent me home and it was
like my baby had never existed, at least to them. I had to go back exactly one
week later for a d&c because they left parts of the tube during the first surgery, and
they were setting up an infection. It took a few days for it to really hit me. My
baby was no longer there. When it did hit me, I sunk myself into a depression, not
wanting anything to do with anybody. I asked the hospital what they would do with
my baby, and they straight out said some of it would be put into a jar and the rest
would be desposed of with medical waste. I couldn't imagine how anyone could do
this to a baby, a once living human being. I then found out about a lady online who
could help me get my baby for burial. With her help, Bryce Lee Plemons was laid
to rest on 2/28/02 beside my baby brother who passed away at 23 days old. The
records indicate that it was probablly a boy.
I can't explain the loss I feel, or how much it hurts to know that my baby is in
heaven. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him or wish he was here.My son
now 4 keeps asking for a baby brother. I have yet to find a way to explain where
his baby brother is. As I watch my children and all the new things they are learning,
I wonder how Bryce would be.

Bryce, I want you to know that I will always miss you and love you. You are my
special guardian angel. One day mommy will be in heaven with you and for this
reason I go on. I just wish I could have one more day with you. If only I would
have known, I would have memories and for this I am sorry.I love and miss you
more today then I did yesterday and I will love and miss you more tomorrow than
today.I send you angel hugs and kisses.

My Mommy is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom...through Heaven's open door.
I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.
But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels.