Green373
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I've debated for awhile whether or not to write this story. I'm very sorry is it makes any of you feel uneasy, but I do think Kevan deserves to be remembered.
If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.
On June 15th 2010, I woke up to a very intense stabbing pain in my torso, I wondered if Kevan had kicked my ribs or something. when the pain didn't let up, I became a bit worried but soon convinced myself it was nothing. That night I couldn't even sleep, laying down hurt, as did standing, so all I could do was sit down and try and breath through the pain. I also noticed my limbs were a bit swollen. I got about two hours of sleep that night and in the morning I called my doctor as soon as his office opened, I explained to him the pain. He replies that it could be as simple as Braxton hicks, and if the pain kept up til the end of the week to come in for a checkup. although it seemed very different from Braxton hicks I just put it aside as the doctor made it seem like it was nothing to worry about.
The next morning June 18th, the pain seemed to have gotten worse, I posted a thread on BnB later that day explaining how I felt and hoping that someone had felt this too but that everything was alright, everyone seemed to react as if this was not a normal thing, I began to panic, I called Russell and told him what was happening, he was already on his way to my apartment since he knew I was I pain earlier, when he arrived he found me collapsed. He drove me to the hospital and they immediately hooked me up to multiple machines.
When I regained consciences, both Russell (the father) and my boyfriend were at my side. Russell had called him as soon as we got to the hospital. As weird as it sounds, they actually get along really well. at this point we were waiting for results from multiple blood samples that were taken when I arrived.
when the doctors came back in, they told us that I had HELLP syndrome which causes blood clots, which can be very dangerous especially during pregnancy. The medicine they gave me to help manage the blood clots, didn't sit well with me, my body began rejecting it, resulting in hemorrhaging. at this point Kevans heart rate dropped causing everything to go into a frenzy! The decided an emergency c-section, would be best.
For so long I looked forward to a nice natural birth, and that of course didn't not happen.
Kevan Marie Smith was born June 18th , 2010 at 11:45 pm, weighing only 2lbs 6oz, Technically I was only at 27 weeks + 2 days . They let me hold my baby girl but only for a moment, she was taken to the neonatal intensive care unit. Russell went to go see her while I was still in surgery. By the time I got out I just remember feeling extremely tired. I remember I kept asking, well more like screaming for Kevin, I need the reassurance that she was okay.
When I was finally feeling up to it, I went to see her, she was so small. Just a small package of perfection, I couldn't help but cry seeing her again, now cleaned, but covered with medical equipment, my little girl was looking right at me. she knew it was me, her mom, she had too. staring into her dark eyes, I fell in love.
After a few days I began to feel better and I spent as much time with Kevin as I could. They could see Evans health deteriorating and told us to be prepared for the worst.
On June 21st, 2010, Kevin wasn't getting enough oxygen and the respirator was no longer helping,nothing they were doing was helping . As her heart rate was falling they handed her to Russell, it was the first time he was able to hold her and she was dying. He was having a hard time accepting the situation and decided to hand her to me, my little one passed away in my arms at 9:28 pm.
Once I was fully recovered they sent me home, to my empty apartment. Everything was set up and ready for Kevin to come home, and in the end nothing was needed....
However Kevin will never be forgotten, she's my little angel, and I know she is happy where she is now.
My beautiful little sweet pea, I loved her in my belly, I loved her in my arms, and now I love her from afar.
The next morning June 18th, the pain seemed to have gotten worse, I posted a thread on BnB later that day explaining how I felt and hoping that someone had felt this too but that everything was alright, everyone seemed to react as if this was not a normal thing, I began to panic, I called Russell and told him what was happening, he was already on his way to my apartment since he knew I was I pain earlier, when he arrived he found me collapsed. He drove me to the hospital and they immediately hooked me up to multiple machines.
When I regained consciences, both Russell (the father) and my boyfriend were at my side. Russell had called him as soon as we got to the hospital. As weird as it sounds, they actually get along really well. at this point we were waiting for results from multiple blood samples that were taken when I arrived.
when the doctors came back in, they told us that I had HELLP syndrome which causes blood clots, which can be very dangerous especially during pregnancy. The medicine they gave me to help manage the blood clots, didn't sit well with me, my body began rejecting it, resulting in hemorrhaging. at this point Kevans heart rate dropped causing everything to go into a frenzy! The decided an emergency c-section, would be best.
For so long I looked forward to a nice natural birth, and that of course didn't not happen.
Kevan Marie Smith was born June 18th , 2010 at 11:45 pm, weighing only 2lbs 6oz, Technically I was only at 27 weeks + 2 days . They let me hold my baby girl but only for a moment, she was taken to the neonatal intensive care unit. Russell went to go see her while I was still in surgery. By the time I got out I just remember feeling extremely tired. I remember I kept asking, well more like screaming for Kevin, I need the reassurance that she was okay. When I was finally feeling up to it, I went to see her, she was so small. Just a small package of perfection, I couldn't help but cry seeing her again, now cleaned, but covered with medical equipment, my little girl was looking right at me. she knew it was me, her mom, she had too. staring into her dark eyes, I fell in love.
After a few days I began to feel better and I spent as much time with Kevin as I could. They could see Evans health deteriorating and told us to be prepared for the worst.
On June 21st, 2010, Kevin wasn't getting enough oxygen and the respirator was no longer helping,nothing they were doing was helping . As her heart rate was falling they handed her to Russell, it was the first time he was able to hold her and she was dying. He was having a hard time accepting the situation and decided to hand her to me, my little one passed away in my arms at 9:28 pm.
Once I was fully recovered they sent me home, to my empty apartment. Everything was set up and ready for Kevin to come home, and in the end nothing was needed....
However Kevin will never be forgotten, she's my little angel, and I know she is happy where she is now.
My beautiful little sweet pea, I loved her in my belly, I loved her in my arms, and now I love her from afar.
If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.
) but to punish this man who so COMPLETELY deserves it and to stop him being able to do neglect anymore pregnant women 
, my dad's terminal cancer was diagnosed as f***ing swine flu.. and then a stomach ulcer 
, now I don't trust em at all!! Hopefully they're wrong about my little girly too seeing as all the evidence just seems to point to my consultant being an utter moron! x
or do something in memory of your little girl. maybe have some sort of memorial for her? you could also go on living your life, knowing that he wont be able to do it again to another family.
