Help Contribute To Janelle Outlaw's Burial

I've had a very hard pregnancy. From being high risk and having appointments every week, to having morning sickness every day all day and not able to eat, being taken out of work for weeks at a time because of complications, and even being hospitalized. When I first found out I was pregnant I went to the Emergency Room because my body wasn't allowing me to eat or drink anything and I was really dehydrated I was told. I was also in a lot of pain so they did a pregnancy test which came back positive. I then went to get an internal ultrasound and when the results came back I was told that I was having twins. They were Monoamniotic twins meaning same sex and identical. A month and a half later I had my first ultrasound for the twins I was so excited to finally be able to see them because they didn't show me in the ER. The Ultrasound Tech started  the imaging and kept mentioning "Baby A" which was how they identified the babies, I heard nothing about "Baby B". As time went on I started to worry, they then had their Supervisor come in and take a second look and I was later on told that I was miscarrying "Baby B" also know as Mia. I was so confused about how this had happened because I never experienced something like this and I didn't have any signs or symptoms that showed I was miscarrying. A week later I went to the bathroom and there was so much blood I was so scared so I rushed back to the ER. I was told this was also apart of the miscarriage and I was taken out of work for some time. Before I got discharged I was told to stay on bed rest for the time I was taken out of work because I was at a very high risk of miscarrying the second twin. As time went by approximately 2 months and it is now March, March 16th to be exact I was in the grocery store shopping and I Started to feel a lot of discomfort in my side. As I continued to shop the pain grew stronger and stronger to the point I could barely walk. I tell my boyfriend and he asks if I wanted to go to the hospital and I told him no, I just wanted to go home. When we got home I was just going to lay down and sleep the pain away because I hated hospitals but the level of pain I was feeling I couldn't bare any longer. So I packed a bag and we rushed to the hospital. At this point I'm telling myself i'm in labor because that's exactly what it felt like so I started timing the contractions and they were 2-3 minutes apart. I get to the ER and they rush me upstairs, turns out im in active labor at 22 weeks pregnant. It was the scariest moment of my life because I know my baby is to small. In the matter of seconds there are so many doctors and nurses prepping me and rushing me to the Operating Room because if the medicine they had gave me didn't stop the labor I would have to start pushing. I was in that OR for hours it felt like forever. A doctor then came in to talk to my boyfriend and I about the complications of the delivery if I had to start pushing. She informed me that a 22 week old baby only had a 15% chance at surviving this small. She also told us sometimes they might not make it alive before they made it out of the birth canal. She then informed me that if the baby was breeched at the time of delivery a C section was an option but it could be life threatening to me given my medical history and not a guaranteed survival for the baby. She also gave me an option to terminate the pregnancy saying it wasn't to late for an abortion because if the baby did make it then she would go through a lot of pain and may even have some complications. I decided to keep my baby and prayed that the medicine stopped the labor and it did. They then brung me to a room where I would stay until I did have the baby that could mean days, weeks, or even months. I was on permanent bed rest and couldn't get out the bed for anything not even to walk to the bathroom because the pressure from walking could cause me to go back into labor. When my boyfriend had to go to work I was in the room by myself because there was no visitors allowed because of COVID-19. They also told me he was the only one that could be in the delivery room because of the virus not even my mom or sister could come. While I was there I had to get my vitals checked every hour, the baby's every two, medicine every 4-6 hours and IV's changed I didn't get any sleep. Three days later on the early morning of March 19th I started to feel some sharp pains again I was so tired I tried to ignore it for a few minutes until to because too aggressive. I called my nurse and when she came they did an exam and next thing you know there's so many people rushing me into the OR because it was time to push. At this moment I'm crying hysterically because I wish I had more time to keep the baby in so there would be a better chance at surviving. As soon as we got in the OR the Dr broke my water and told me to push. The lights were so bright, I was so hot and tired and finally our baby girl was born. Janelle Mia Outlaw born March 19th 9:17am weighing 1 pound 6 ounces. After delivering she was so small I didn't even get to hold and I was still in the delivery room because there were some complications. A little while later I was brought to the NICU where Janelle was and I saw my baby for the first time she was so tiny but moving all around. I was just so happy and thankful she made it despite the odds. No one was allowed to see her but me and dad because of COVID-19 and when we wanted to see her we couldn't go together we had to see her one at a time which I hated. We couldn't bond together with her. Despite the odds Janelle was doing great for a premie she was on a ventilator which they winded up lowering the support because she was breathing more and more on her own, she was very active and doing okay. I got a call the afternoon of March 24th saying things had took a turn for the worse. The doctor told me she looked very irritated and uncomfortable so they ran some tests. It showed she had a infection in her blood causing it to be acidic, she now had to be put on a higher power ventilator which was doing all of the breathing for her, and her blood pressure was low. The doctor then informed me that they needed to do a blood transfusion, a platelet transfusion, a spinal tap, and give her more antibiotics and dopamine for her blood pressure. She also stated before ending the conversation that she wasn't sure if Janelle would make it through the night. I rushed to the hospital and I stayed with my baby all afternoon and night watching the doctors and nurses do a whole bunch of procedures. Later on at night I left to go home and shower because I was going to spend the night. As soon as I had got dress I got a call from the doctor saying that she wasn't doing too well. I got back to the hospital and I was upset because dad was parked outside because we couldn't come up together. The doctor then came in to speak to me informing me that he would call down so security would let dad come up so I knew it was bad. When he came up the doctor told us that Janelle was severely sick and the antibiotics wasn't helping. Her oxygen was still low and her blood pressure was still dropping. He advised us to spend this time with her together and even insisted we hold her for the first time. I started to pray more than I ever prayed in my life for our baby girl to make it but God had other plans. She passed away a few hours later in our arms March 25th 3:02am. It's just sad because her brothers didn't get to meet her or anyone else. I just wanted to ask if anyone could help and contribute it would be greatly appreciate no matter how big or small I am thankful. If you don't have it to give then a prayer would suffice its a really hard time right now so I understand. Sleep Peacefully my baby girl Janelle Mia Outlaw <3