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Michelle, Waterbury, Connecticut, August 14, 2000
I was four months pregnant and was at the doctor's office for a routine
exam. He found that I had a yeast infection and prescribed a new medicine
for me that you only had to take one pill and the infection would clear up
in a few days. I'm not one for taking meds to begin with, but something new
during a pregnancy didn't sit well with me, so I asked him if it was safe to
take and he said that he used it all the time. So like the trusting person
that I am, I left his office trusting in what he said, but still didn't feel
right about it. It actually took me three days to get the prescription
filled. I finally took it around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. A couple of hours
had gone by, and I started to feel sick to me stomach and get abdominal
pains and eventually some bleeding. It was now around 8-9 PM. I called the
doctor and he said that he'd see me in the morning. I hated the idea of
waiting, knowing that he just figured that it was a miscarriage and had the
attitude of "oh well." I was in a lot of pain and trying to decide what to
do. I needed to lay down and ended up falling asleep. I woke up to a hand
caressing my cheek in a circular motion and as I awoke, I realized that I
was bleeding badly. I thought it was my husband that was touching my cheek,
but when I started yelling, he woke up and I knew it wasn't him. I went into
the bathroom to see what was happening and found out that I miscarried my
child. I went into a total panic, not having ever experienced anything that
traumatic before. I was bleeding way too much and didn't think about what
was happening to me. Now it was 3AM, my husband was half asleep, and I'm in
a total panic. We were upstairs and There was a really loud knocking on my
front door that snapped me out of my panic. I looked at my husband and said,
"Who is at our door this time of night?" While he went to see, I realized
that I was bleeding. I called the doctor and got ready to go to the ER. My
husband came upstairs saying there was nobody at the door and he looked so
confused. While we were at the ER, the staff said that I came in just in
time. I was losing a lot of blood. While I was there, I started to put
everything together. It came to me in a flash. My best friend had died a
little over a year before this incident, and she used to put my kids to
sleep by doing the cheek rubbing in a circular motion. I believe it was her
at the door saying, "Wake up and move it or else!" I thank God for the short
time that I was able to have with my child and for the wonderful gift of
friendship that I am blessed with in Sharon. I've learned that we are always
with spirit and I am most thankful for that.
