The lady who I became closest to in my childbirth class, Molly, had baby on Monday, but it was stillborn. I haven't even been able to post about it until now because it just made me so sad. She and her husband have one little girl already, and they're fantastic parents. They wanted this baby so much. When her first baby was about 6 months old, Molly was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Disease. She missed out on a lot of her daughter's milestones because she was so sick. She spent most of her days in bed, and her mom had to move in to help take care of her daughter and the house. When the doctor said that Molly was in remission, the first thing she and her DH did was try to get pregnant. They knew that they wanted to have more children, and Molly was especially looking forward to the chance to be a part of all that she had missed with her daughter.
She went into labor early on Monday morning. She had a homebirth, so around 9:00, the midwife arrived. The first thing the midwife did was listen to the baby's heartbeat. We know now that what she heard must have been Molly's heartbeat. (It's an easy mistake that OBs can make too.) The heartbeat was a little slow for a baby's, so the midwife told her assistant that they were going to check it again in just a minute, and if it wasn't higher, they were going straight to the hospital. Just then, Molly said she needed to push. The heartrate is supposed to drop during the pushing stage, so the midwife and her assistant figured that everything was normal and had her start pushing. They obviously tried to revive the baby when he was born, but it was hopeless. The doctor at the hospital said that he had died on Friday or Saturday.
It's been really hard for me to deal with this. I'm battling my own postpartum hormones, and my heart is just breaking for Molly and her family. I haven't had the strength to call her yet. I know that I'll start crying when I talk to her, and I don't know if she's ready to talk to me. It was especially hard because when it happened on Monday, my sister was in the hospital in labor. It was hard for me to be excited for her because I knew that Molly was in the same hospital recovering.
Please pray for Molly, her husband Larry, and their 2 year old daughter Hannah. I want so badly to somehow help them and make it all better, but praying is about all I <i>can</i> do right now.
She went into labor early on Monday morning. She had a homebirth, so around 9:00, the midwife arrived. The first thing the midwife did was listen to the baby's heartbeat. We know now that what she heard must have been Molly's heartbeat. (It's an easy mistake that OBs can make too.) The heartbeat was a little slow for a baby's, so the midwife told her assistant that they were going to check it again in just a minute, and if it wasn't higher, they were going straight to the hospital. Just then, Molly said she needed to push. The heartrate is supposed to drop during the pushing stage, so the midwife and her assistant figured that everything was normal and had her start pushing. They obviously tried to revive the baby when he was born, but it was hopeless. The doctor at the hospital said that he had died on Friday or Saturday.
It's been really hard for me to deal with this. I'm battling my own postpartum hormones, and my heart is just breaking for Molly and her family. I haven't had the strength to call her yet. I know that I'll start crying when I talk to her, and I don't know if she's ready to talk to me. It was especially hard because when it happened on Monday, my sister was in the hospital in labor. It was hard for me to be excited for her because I knew that Molly was in the same hospital recovering.
Please pray for Molly, her husband Larry, and their 2 year old daughter Hannah. I want so badly to somehow help them and make it all better, but praying is about all I <i>can</i> do right now.
