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I am pregnant for the third time, standing in the newborn clothes section of David Jones, and I am crying.
Tears spill over and plop onto my bump – warm, wet splashes of grief marking my maternity dress.
The sales assistant has just walked away after helping me choose a beautifully soft blue onesie for my baby boy. But it’s not for him to wear in hospital or for the car trip home; it’s for him to wear when we bury him. After he’s stillborn and put into a tiny little coffin.
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We were at the 19-week ultrasound when, out-of-the-blue, doctors delivered us devastating news: our baby, a little brother for our children Eve and Tommy, had no lungs. Or rather, he had a cystic mass, like a tumour, where his lungs were supposed to be.
As his heart was already failing from the severity of his condition, doctors said they expected he’d pass away within a week or two. We were sent home to prepare for our baby to die.
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Sick with shock and grief, we spend our days waiting for the moment which will shatter us. It’s harrowing, exhausting and it takes its toll as I crumble from the anxiety.
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I am so happy foy you! My son was diagnosed with ctstic adamatoid malformation on the 19 week scan.After all the anguish of the pregnancy, he was rushed to intensive care when he was born without me even seeing him. He was operated on when he was 3 days old and given very small odds. He surprised everyone and went ahead in leaps and bounds. At almost 18 he has completed school and just brought his first car. Now I have a whole new set of worries!! He too is a mater little miracle and no words can express my gratitude to them.
Beautiful story! Your little Sam is a champion!