Stories of Lost Grandchildren
My Lovebug
by Claudia Limas, Dallas, TX, U.S.A.
The day I found out my daughter was pregnant, my whole life came down on me. What was I gonna do; I wanted more for my child . I was a young mother myself , but I was also lost for words, happy for my grandchild. It felt good everything, was well doctor checkups and sonograms and we found out it was going to be a little girl. Cataleya would be her name we got on our feet and got her everything she would need like clothes, shoes, hair supplies, bathtubs, shoes. The closet was full, the play pen was set up and ready for when she come home but one night she come in my room and said, “mom something is wrong.” I kind of put it off. I had just gotten off of work and was tired so we told her take a bath and try to get some sleep. If you feel like this in the morning, we will take you to the hospital. She was up bright and early, took a bath and said, “lets go something is wrong with my baby.” So we did rushing to the hospital we got there and it was Thanksgiving. I remember because she said I really wanted to eat turkey. We laughed and said if you hurry, we can probably get some leftovers. We laughed and cried together so we stayed and stayed until they said her heart rate was slowing down and it was time. So they induced her and we were going to have a baby. That didn't work so it was an emergency C-section. It was a blessing to hear my granddaughter crying. She was beautiful 4lbs and all was great. They were moved to a room when a nurse come in and said they gave you your baby she said yes and the nurse said I need to take her something is wrong. And that is the last we heard until they come in and said we have to transport your baby to the hospital which is one of the best for her condition. And we cried scared and unaware of what was this PDA they spoke of. We traveled for 2 full weeks to 2 different hospitals, my daughter was in one and my granddaughter was in another. We kept our hopes up and kept her as calm as possible. Since she was still at the hospital she gave birth at once she was released not one day did we leave her side. I remember I quit my job and now this became my everyday for 2 wks. We would leave the house at 6am and come back home like at 2am. This was a daily for me and my daughter, everyone else was left out like the rest of my family did not have a space in our little world. At this point it was just us three. My marriage fell apart; my kids where older so they took second place. I didn't even live at home anymore and this became a priority no one else mattered but her. "Cataleya" was my whole world she was born on 11/28/14 and passed away from her condition on 12/12/14. On that day, my whole world come falling apart. I was mad at the world, my whole family I was dead inside still till today I feel numb. I live because God has not called me home and I know that if I take my own life I will never see my love bug again and my daughter still needs me. She is 19 and still is my baby. She lost her only child so how can I compare my loss to hers. I have all my children and she lost her only child. We still cry and still talk to her as if she was here, trying our best to cope with this loss. :(
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