1/22/19 is the day my life changed forever.

I woke up experiencing light contractions, which wasn’t anything that worried me too much as I was 38 weeks pregnant. I continued to shower and get ready for my day, went to work and sat down to eat breakfast at my desk. Our baby girl was always usually pretty quiet in the morning, but breakfast typically work her up. However, this morning it didn’t seem to do that.

I called my OB/GYN’s office and told them that I was having contractions but nothing strong and they were several minutes apart, however, I was concerned that I hadn’t felt a definitive kick yet that morning. They told me to do a couple of things, and if I still hadn’t felt five kicks in an hour then to go in for a non-stress test. I followed instructions and decided that it was time to call my husband at work, as my gut was telling me something was wrong.

We arrived to the hospital and I was hooked up to a non-stress test and I could immediately see the look of concern on the nurse’s face. This continued through three more nurses. I was surrounded by four nurses that kept telling me they were having a hard time finding our baby girls heartbeat, and they were waiting for a doctor to come and perform an ultrasound.

During this time none of them would look me in the eye.

Finally, after what seemed like years, the doctor came in to perform an ultrasound and the words that were my greatest fear were said, “I’m sorry your baby no longer has a heartbeat”.

It was then that it seemed like the world had stopped.

 My husband and I tried to digest the news we were just given and deal with all the emotions that were flooding over us. I kept thinking, how could this be?

We were just at the doctor two days earlier and everything was perfect, I was at 38w5d and only a week away from being induced.

At 11:49pm on 11/22/19 our daughter, Sara Michelle Davis, was born sleeping in the arms of angels, she weighed 7 lbs 8oz, was 20 inches long, and was perfect.

Sadly, there was no medical reason to explain why our Sara was taken from us, but we know that not everything in life has an answer, and that sometimes is very hard to accept.

 We are forever grateful that our older daughter was able to meet her sister she longed for, our families were able to come and hold Sara and kiss her, and we were able to take some wonderful pictures that we will forever cherish before we had to say our final goodbye.

While we are sad and filled with a type of grief that changes from day to day, sometimes to the point of consuming us, we have chosen to celebrate Sara. This means when the song that made Sara “dance” comes on the radio we turn it up loud and sing, we will hang her stocking every year at Christmas, and celebrate every birthday. Most importantly we will continue to say her name and talk about her. She is and forever will be a part of our family, and I will always be a mom to two beautiful daughters.

Corinne Davis