The Dr. Walked in room and told me my heart was beating too fast and I lost so much blood I needed 2 transfusions. "Wait what??" My heart was already racing, now he's saying I don't have enough blood. I got scared again. My mom walked over to the bed. "Can I give her my blood?" She said. "Well mam we have to draw her blood and see if y'all match."
The patient care tech came to draw my blood. She pulled a glove out and wrapped it around my arm. I'm looking at the glove and back at her and at the glove again. "Mam why are you not using a tourniquet?" I asked. "I couldn't find" she replied. "Oh" I looked at my mom and tried not to laugh. She gathered all the blood she needed and left out of the room. (I'm assuming she took the blood to the lab to see if I had a match)
A different nurse came with a bag of blood. If you've never had a blood transfusion it hurts!!!! She took my IV out and replaced the tube with the tube for the blood. This blood was ice cold. That caused my whole arm to have a numbing sensation. I felt as though I had a brain freeze, but in my arm. After the 1st bag was done my blood was still low, so gave me another bag. Once I finished the last bag reality set in....
The nurse dropped a bomb on me! "You have to make funeral arrangements for your baby, because she stayed alive for 2 hours on her own, its required by the state that she has a funeral." She said. Talk about getting hit by a ton of bricks. I'm absolutely terrified of funerals. I'm 20 I don't even know what to do with a funeral?!!!
Thank God for family because I could not deal at the moment. My cousin Justin called D&D funeral home and they came and picked up my baby's body. after that everyone went home and they transferred me to the labor ward, the place where you go after you have your baby.
I didn't not like that place at all!!!! My bed was hard as a rock, I couldn't get comfortable. I tossed and turned so much I thought I turned into a pretzel. I was finally able to doze off around 2:30 am and was shortly awakened by a screaming baby. I silently cried. I cried because I was lost. I cried because I wanted my baby I missed her so much. I had my babys blanket next to me inside a zip lock bag. I opened the bag and smelled it. It still had some of her blood on it. I opened her blanket and noticed she pooped.
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(yes that is the actual blanket and her poop is still in it)
I laugh through my tears. She left me a little surprise awww! I wiped my tears, took her blanket and cuddled with it until I fell back asleep.
