In
August 1993 I had a little girl who was stillborn at 24 weeks
gestation, she was tiny and perfect in every way except her heart
didn’t work. I decided to call her Heather Leanne. She had
died because the placenta had come away. After Heather was delivered
I was very poorly, however after a couple of days I asked to go
and see her in the hospital chapel, a nurse that took me down
to see her, she was beautiful and looked like she was sleeping.
The local funeral directors came to see me to make arrangements
for her funeral, I didn't know what to do so the hospital offered
to have her buried in the local crypt which I agreed.
In the December
of the same year I was to suffer heartbreak again, the death of
my mum who had been there for me, helping me to come to terms
with the loss of my little girl. She was my strength and my rock,
I don't have any sisters but I have a wonderful brother who has
always been there for me and still is.
In April the following
year I found that I was pregnant again I was delighted as I had
this big hole in my life that I needed to fill. My pregnancy went
really well but at 32 weeks the hospital decided to take me into
hospital as I as getting pains they think that it was due to the
caesarean section that I had when I had Heather. At 37 weeks gestation
the doctors decided to induce me. I had only been in labour for
a very short time when I was getting terrible pains, the midwife
sent for the on call doctor straight away, the pains that I was
getting was due to a uterine rupture. I was taken straight to
theatre where they delivered my little boy Kyle Joshua he was
alive but very poorly. He was taken straight to the special care
baby unit it was 8.30 pm on a Sunday evening. The following day
I went to see him on the special care unit where he was very poorly,
at 6.00 pm that evening the doctors came to see me and told me
that he was so poorly that I should consider turning off his life
support system this was the hardest decision that I have ever
had to make. Kyle's life support was turned off and he died almost
straight way in the arms of his dad.
When the funeral director came to see me I told them that I wanted
both my babies buried together, I had been here before and this
time knew what I wanted. I was told that this wasn't possible
as the crypt where Heather was is now full. With the help of the
funeral directors and our local MP we wrote to the home office
and was granted a licence to have Heather exhumed so that she
could be buried with her little brother.
Both of my babies
are buried in graves next to each other and at peace now playing
with all the other angel babies and children. |
