On August 9 2020, I was by myself in a hotel room just 24 weeks pregnant. I woke up to the worst pain in my life went to the restroom and had pressure in my lady parts area. I knew that none of this was normal and that something was wrong. So I went to my bed and called 911, and then my phone died. I thankfully was able to get to the hotel phone and got 911 back on the line however the pressure had gotten worse and the pain more intense as the 911 operator answered I looked down and saw 2 little legs and perfect little feet. I remember asking what should I do and my instinct said pull him out. At 4:30 am alone, scared and broken I was holding my so so tiny but perfect baby boy. I started CPR for 4 or 5 min when EMT's arrived with police. They pulled me off my boy and made me quit CPR, unfortunately because I had said I was only 24 weeks along and had said I couldn't tell if he was breathing they didnt attempt any life saving measures and my perfect little baby passed away and was considered still born. I never in a million years thought that I would have to bury my baby I had been planning on bringing my healthy full term son home. I had the crib, started to buy diapers, outfits and enough shoes for a small village, I had felt him move and kick me. This wasn't part of my plan and something I was not even close to prepared for. In the following weeks I had been working again and doing any odd job I could find for extra cash so I could pay for the cremation ($150) and buy a urn ($350) and headstone ($***) so Remington could be laid to rest. I had $1300 saved and had someone steal my purse that contained all my money including the money to bury Remington. It killed me just as I was starting to feel somewhat normal again my world is torn apart. I had a friend who made sure I had a room for a couple days. However I ended up in the hospital 3 days later with a infection in my milk duct (cellulitis) and it had gone septic. The doctors said I was very sick and if I made it would likely lose my left breast so I spent the next week in the hospital getting constant antibiotics and test after test. Finally they release me only to find out that my car that had everything that I owned and I truly mean everything except the clothes I had on and my dad and son's ashes that I had put into storage the day before I went to the hospital. It was all gone I had $100 to my name no place to go and no car....that was about 4 weeks ago I've been trying to keep my head above water and have a place I'm moving into in 2 weeks. But I still havent been able to save money to get Remington his urn or headstone. So as much as I hate to swallow my pride and ask for help. I realize I cant do it myself especially with everything life has thrown my way the last 2-3 months. So if you can help at all I will forever owe you.
- Kaylee Linton
Salt Lake City, UT