Stories of Lost Children
Gemma
by Julie Pease, London, , England
My family were so excited when I went into labour on Feb 4th this year. It was 2 a.m. By 3 a.m. the pain was unbeareable. I woke the girls, 12 & 14, to tell them I was off to hospital. On arrival I was put on a monitor. Total fear came over my partner and I when our baby's heartbeat could not be heard. Within minutes the scan was passed over my bump - nothing. Arter 8 hours & morphine, I pushed my baby out. I desperately hoped this little bundle would cry, breathe or open it's eyes. Wrapped in a blanket, the baby was given to me to hold. I kissed and rocked the beautiful perfect little body in my arms. The pain in my heart was so intense I thought it would burst. After some time, I unwrapped my little one; a girl. I didn't think to ask. God she was beautiful. Dark hair, button nose, and Daddy's eyes. Heidi & Chloe came to hold their new sister; tears tumbled down our cheeks - all of us. My baby Gemma, had died as result of a placental abruption.
She was buried on Valentines Day with her brother Elliot (miscarried at 18 weeks in 1995). Our two little angels now sleep together. Love & miss you both so much. Mummy & Daddy.x x
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