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This memorial website was created in the memory of our rosebuds from heaven, Sabbath Annastachia Sheyanne, who was born on July 20, 2004, at 9:22 am and died July 20, 2004, at 9:35 am, and Amber Amethyst Laine Thompson who was born in Arkansas on July 20, 2004, at 9:37 am and passed away on July 20, 2004, at 10:15 am. We will remember them both forever.
Our Story
I and my husband Junior knew from day one we wanted children. In November of 2003 we were told I needed to have surgery for polycystic ovarian disease. On December 23, 2003 I went in and was operated on to take care of the problem. At my post op visit my specialist told that it was worse than he had originally thought. My ovaries had been coated with cyst and to top that off my right ovary had been bound down and out of place by scar tissue. He told me he had freed it and i could get pregnant, but only after extensive testing on my ovulating pattern and with a fertility treatments. He told me to track my cycle and to call him after two had passed. I did as directed and within two weeks the first started, so I marked all the pertinent information. Exactly two weeks later the next one came. I called my doctor and he called in a prescription for Clomid. He told me to take it on days 2-7 of my next cycle then we would do blood ovulatory test. I waited the two weeks nothing happened, so I waited two more. During this time I had come down with a severe case of the flu, one after noon my Junior came home from work. He went about his normal routine, kissed me hello, played with the animals, and then he did something unusual for even him. For apparently no reason he reaches over to my belly and begins to gently rub it, I asked him what he was doing and why. He had no answers. The next night I was horribly sick again. Junior swore I was pregnantand I swore I wasn't able to get pregnant without pills and I have not taken them. After two weeks of being told I was pregnant, I was determined to prove myself right. I went to the store and bought a pregnancy on 'Thursday March 25, 2004. On Friday morning I awoke at 6:57 am. "What better time than now to take this thing and get the heartbreak over with?", I thought. I took it and at 7:00 am on the dot, I noticed what I thought was a pale pink line appearing. I ran in to the bedroom and with tears running down my face I woke Junior from his sleep. "LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT THIS!! DO YOU SEE ANYTHING?? DO YOU SEE ANYTHING?? HOW MANY LINES ARE THERE?? HOW MANY DO YOU SEE??" Sleepily he says"2. What does that mean? Hey it is getting darker!" When I told him I was pregnant he said he wanted a second test and then he would get excited. All day I carried that test to see if the line was really there. I went to a local pregnantcy crisis center for the second test. It came back positive too.We were ecstatic the doctor had been wrong. The next night I came down with a horrible miagraine and vomitting, we went to the hospital and they confirmed our great news. We knew by the middle of Sunday afternoon if it was a girl her name would be Sabbath Annastachia Sheyanne or Amber Amethyst Laine and if it was a boy it would be David James Eleck or Zacheri Dakota Chase. This baby was going to be blessed with the best things we could give it. On Monday, I called the doctor and he had me come in that afternoon for a ultrasound to make sure it wasn't a false reading. We drove two hours to get there. He said he could see something but no heart beat but the figures said I was 6 weeks and 1 day, so come back in two weeks and we will try again. So we returned again and the us said 8 weeks 1 day, I thought something was wrong, he just kept looking then he says there it is the heartbeat. I begin to cry and laugh at the same time. Then he said there is something else not really for sure what it is. I got scared and begin to shake, the nurse tried to calm me then he called the nurse to him and whispered something low. Junior nearly shouted "What!" Right then and there I had myself convinced it was bad after all the doctor was whispering. The nurse began to laugh looks like you got his attention. I begin to cry openly this time and asked what was wrong. The doctor said nothing, but there is not one heartbeat but two. I made him show me. There it was two. Two perfect heartbeats strong and healthy. I burst into tears of joy and we left totally elated. For 13 weeks I was on progesterone suppositories. I got permission from my doctor for everything before i did it, I was determined I am not losing these babies. The last week came for my pills and everything was great. Then the very next week, I awoke at 4:45 am to a warm wet bed, I actually thought the pups had peed on my bed, "but I"ll take care of that when I get back from the bathroom", I hurt to walk and thought I felt real heavy in my pelvic area. By the time I sat on the toilet it sounded as if a water balloon had broke, I wiped and there was blood. I began to scream and cry. I rushed as fast as I could to wake up Junior and we called the doctor and headed out for the two hours drive to the doctors office. When we got to the ER they could find nothing wrong. Nothing at all. Amniotic fluid was good for both, heart rates were good,but evrything was ok. I went home. Then two weeks later I was still bleeding andother round of test everything was fine nothing wrong. Go Home dont worry. Your overreacting is what became the theme of my concerns. Not liking the odds of driving two hours should anything become wrong we moved in June of 2004 To our new home. I begin to be feel as if I was treated like I was just to far out there so I decided to look for a new doctor. During this time I was on and off antibiotics, due to the constant non agreeing medical personal."You have a UTI, No you don't". As soon as I had found someone to take me on as a new patient I began to experience pain off and on in my lower belly. Over and over again I was told don't worry it's just your ligaments stretching to accomadate both children. I then began to hurt more and more. Closer and harder. Still my pleas for help were ignored. Over and over again I was told to stop being a worry wart stop overreacting its normal. Then it got where my husband had to stay beside me at all times because i never knew when it would hit. I went to the ER they told me it was normal. I went to a different ER they said it was a UTI. I went to my old doctor and was told it is normal. I called my cklinic and was told to wait till Monday. I went back to the ER and told it was normal. All the worry and all the stress caused a huge fight between my husband and my self. On Saturdy the 17th of July we made up and agreed not to fight any more. We went to the grocery store and I felt fine as long as we didn't hit any bumps in the car during the ride. That afternoon as we got home I had to pee again, so into the bathroom I ran, I called Junior in there to talk to him and all the sudden a huge pop echoed in the room. We thought he had knocked something over into the floor off the counter. Then it happened I felt the water pour from body I began to panic and we went ot the hospital. At the ER it took them over 30 minutes to get a wheelchair to me. I had to walk from the parking lot(alone Junior was trying to get a wheelchair) to the front door. By the time I got there I hurt so bad I couldn't go any farther, some kind stranger asked me if I needed help and I began to tell her. She finally got them to give me a wheelchair. I was taken in and then sent upstairs. At first I was promised much help from the on call doctor. After about a hour he decided my children weren't worth saving. He told us they would both die and even if born alive he would do nothing to help. I begged and pleaded. He then sent in a nurse to try to talk me into a pitocin drip to " get it over with", I refused. I wanted my babies no matter how short a time that might be. I had an ultrasound and it confirmed baby b's water had broke. The doctor went as far as to tell me baby b was dead and I needed to give up. I didn't I wanted to fight. I took pain shots and soon my contractions went away unless I moved around to much. On Sunday morning,I woke after a couple hours sleep to find my nurse cuddled into a blanket by my side. She approached me and said "I want you to remember, it's your body you make the choices. No one can tell you what to do. The doctor told me to take off your belly moniters but I just turned them down." I thanked her and asked to hear my one living child.She found her healthy and kicking. Then with tears in your eyes and a shaky voice she asked' are you ready" I told her I was told by the doctor baby b was dead that its heart had stopped but she smiled and showed me I was wrong Baby B was here alive living inside me. I found renewed strength to find for them.... for me.... for us as a family. That Monday I told the doctor that I was going to pray and take the pain shots but nothing else. Shortly, after he left the room, a nurse came in and told me the doctor had ordered me up on my feet into the shower. I had just told him that would bring back my contractions. But I agreed. I was given an antibiotic to prevent an infection according to the doctor, but according to the nurse I had one when I presented to them. My pain shots were to be taken away and only 2 pain pills were to be given every 8 hours. I threw a fit and got intermediate shots. I suddenly began to sleep the whole time. I called my mother to ler her hear the heartbeats and she would be the last in my family to ever hear them again. At 8 pm, they gave me a sleeping pill for no reason and told me it was my antibiotic by mouth now. I awoke Tuesday morning, in pain the nurse came in to find me crying and told me to try to sleep it off. They inserted a catherter after being told no. And Junior went to work telling me to let the pills work and call him if I needed him. When breakfast was brought in I hurt too bad to eat, so I called in a nurse. I begged for a phone book to call my husband, they refused 3 times before giving it to me. I called the babies godmother and her and the Junior came in about the same time. As they approached, the doctor said he was going to get a ultrasound and removed the cath. the ultrasound showed Baby A double footling breech and Baby B transverse. The IV blew and as the nurse was trying to get a new one in Baby A's water bag passed intact. The doctor was called back into the room and he reached inside of me and grabbed the baby's legs and pulled her to the edge. The next contraction pushed her into the water bag. Junior stood over her and watched her kick and move stretch and turn. The godmother too witnessed this. The doctor clamped off the cord it out some more and clamped it again. He then cut the cord, unclamped it and begin to rub his fingers down the cord. He tightened and loosened his grip many times. Baby A was now in a fetal position and no longer moving. He then again inserted his hand began to pull on baby B, he twisted and pulled till at last she came out back first and chin to her chest. He then and only then removed both babies from the bed and and opened baby A's water bag. They were both wrapped in a towel and handed to me. As I unwrapped them to see thier bodies and what sex they were Amber tried to breathe. Then again so I got the godmother's attention. Then again and I screamed in tears,"SOMEBODY HELP HER! HELP MY BABY SHE'S TRYING TO BREATHE." The nurse walks over says I don't see nothing and then she does it again. This time the nurse tells me to," shut up and hold her or I'll take her away till it is all over." The doctor promised us a birth certificate and social security cards, then filled out paperwork saying they were stillborn. Now I can get neither birth certificate or ss cards, but I cant change things and when asked why he did it I was told, sometimes when a baby doesn't live very long theydo it to make the paperwork easier for them. It wasn't a professional answer but what ever makes him able to sleep at night. I know deep down inside the truth and no one can take that away from me ever. I got one the most precious gifts of all and that was to hold one of my precious daughters as she grews her wings and flew away to Heaven's enchanted gates.
The day we said hello to thier earthly forms we said goodbye. Forever in our hearts and in our souls. We will never forget them.They are with us always. We may have had to say goodbye for now, but we will meet again in Heaven on the streets of gold and worship together at Jesus' feet.
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If Only Our Children Were Easter Eggs / Carol Cox (na)
If Only Our Children Were Easter Eggs
If only our children were Easter eggs,
Hidden safely in the grass,
We could search for them and pick them up,
And hold them within our clasp.
We'd have a heavenly Easter ...
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happy birthday / Mommy And Daddy (missing you today so much )
happy 4th birthday my angels this morning I and your daddy got up at 9:22 am and lit one candle for you sabbath and blew it out at 9:35 am when your light was extinguished from this earth as well as lit a different candle at 9:37 am for you ambe...
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In 2 days 4 years will have come and gone / Mommy And Daddy Early Happy Birthday Our Angels (parents)
It has been 4 years---4 long but short years since we loved you, longed for you, held you and prayed for and over you, 4 years since you came too early to be here in my arms---4 years since the miracle of you existing has vanished, 4 years of years a...
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So Very Sorry / Carol Carico (none)
As i read your story my heart is breaking. I am so very sorry for your losses and so sorry for what you had to go thur. I know the pain of losing a child. I lost my son Michael (39)in 2002 by a red light runner. And she walks free to this day. Please...
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forever a mommy / Kara Thompson (mommy)
Author Unknown -
I've loved my child right from the start, A feeling that's filled my entire heart. I went through the labor and suffered the pain, For many long hours with nothing to gain.
I've spent sleepless nights being aw...
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Dear Mr Hallmark-For Mother's Day / Mommy And Daddy Remebering You As Only We Can Do (forever you are our miracles ) Read >> |
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mother's day 2008 / Mommy And Daddy Always In Our Hearts (forever with us ) Read >> |
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TO HONOUR, THE PRECIOUS MEMORY, OF YOUR ANGEL BABIES. / SHARI, ANGEL MOM TO YANNICK WHITEHEAD (VISITOR) Read >> |
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I am sorry for your lose. / Amberly Parks Read >> |
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So Very Sorry for Your Losses / Melissa Eiler (Visitor~Daughter of Irwin & Renee Eiler ) Read >> |
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Such Precious Little angels xoxo / Emma Prince (Mummy to Nevaeh Angel Prince-Fraser ) Read >> |
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Beautiful Angels! / Nova Adams Read >> |
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October 15th / Kara And Junior Thompson (mommy and daddy ) Read >> |
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Loss of a child / Brenda Dailey (Mothers friend ) Read >> |
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missing you / Kara Thompson (mommy) Read >> |
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The Youngest Heros
People have many different heros for many different reasons. So today we want to shine the light all around the ones who we hold near and dear. Maybe they invented something, or saved another's life, helped someone in need, all these things are great;however, I think they may have forgotten the most important one of all. You see heros are those around us everyday or maybe even for a short,who teaches us something we didn't know or maybe made us understand something we didn't and was afraid to explore. Each individual has their own brand of heros cowboys, police, fireman, or even an athelete and we'd like to you about ours. Our hero isn't rich or strong by anyone else's measure. They aren't tall and in the public eye, the truth is our heros aren't even here anymore. We know this sounds like a thousand other peoples heros, but the one difference of ours and thiers is coming up.
You see our heros were living at one time and joy they brought to our lives. Smiles and laughter everyday, planning, and dreaming, and talking amid other distractions of everyday routines. Our heros weren't famous for some act they performed, for they never got the chance to try. They never talked and they never walked and they never grew very tall. That's right our heros were so small and so frail, fighting to hold onto life. But the short time we knew these great gals-- a lot of teaching and tugging they did to our hearts. So follow along while some things I will share with you that our heros taught us:
They taught us to try and never give up no matter how hard it may be.
They taught us to love and cherish the now and not the what may be.
They taught us no matter how bad it hurts goodness can shine through any bad day.
They taught we could love through all time and it never lessens along the way.
They taught us that love can hold you up no matter how rough the path may be.
No matter what happens some answers will never make themselves known.
And last but not least, they taught us that we were stronger then we ever thought we could be.
Now as we face this day with joy, love, tears, and some pain, I'll finish telling you their identity. They were born 15 minutes apart and fought like little soldiers for life.They filled our arms for minutes, but our hearts for eternity. Today is a special day to celebrate their life and their death. No matter how long it has been since angel's wings they grew, we carry them with us in our hearts and our minds holding onto the good, never forgetting the sad. Thank you my darlings for teaching us so many things. Till we meet again in Heaven, I love you and will never forget you. Forever together in spirit and memory and love, |
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