I Lost my Baby, but Not Myself. Debb Meyer Shares her Story of Loss.

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day – October 15 When Xavier Christopher was born at 8.19am on January 31, there was no excitement or congratulations. At just 25 weeks, it was action stations as doctors worked to save his life. Shortly after the emergency caesar, my husband Chris made his way over to the table where Xavier laid. I’ll never forget his face as he turned to me with a look of pride, love and disbelief and said, Honey, it’s a boy! It was such a precious moment that’s etched into my mind. Even in the tragedy of what was happening, I had a giggle when I saw my husband in his blue scrubs and pink surgical hat, but we were quickly snapped back to reality, to our living nightmare. As an army of doctors whisked Xavier away, the anesthetist, a beautiful man, kept stroking my head and telling me it was going to be ok. The two obstetricians sewing me up talked about their golf weekend, completely detached from this life-changing experience. That morning, I’d been the happiest woman in the world. Now, I was totally and utterly devastated. Two hours later, I finally saw my Xavier. He weighed 850g, was perfect and looked just like his Daddy. He was the beautiful baby I’d loved from the minute I saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Xavier...

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