I was happily surprised to find out I was pregnant for the first time. The thought of delivering life into this world gave me so much joy. My pregnancy throughout seemed to be normal. My husband and I were so excited, we had to ask the sex of the baby. It was confirmed my angel was a boy. But my hopes and dreams were shattered. At 35 weeks my baby died inside my uterus. Death is not supposed to happen at birth I thought. Babies are supposed to be born alive. Nonetheless this happened to me without any warning.
So, one September night I went to hospital, worried and scared as I couldn’t feel my baby move. The monitor was place on my tummy the midwife kept looking for a heartbeat and nothing. Only silence. She didn’t say a word and left the room. She then called three other midwifes and none of them said anything, I could see sadness in one of them, she was crying silently. I watched the screen for a sign of life but nothing. “I’m sorry your baby has died” was the answer. I was screaming, crying, out of control. I asked them to bring another machine, maybe that one was broken, please don’t tell me my baby is death!.
I was induced the very next day. After a very painful labour my baby was born at 7.50pm. He was perfect. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I held him for a few moments, I hugged him and kissed him, he looked asleep.
To me he was still alive.
After that I saw him a few times. I was confused and hurt. I kept asking the midwives to bring him back, I so desperately wanted to see him, to nurse him, to take care of him, to love him… It’s been seven years since my loss. Still, he remains in my heart, like a small wound, that hurts every time a I touch it. I believe his death changed me forever, I’m different. He lives in me.
I now know how special it is to have a baby. How beautiful it is to be mother.






