Help Me Seek Justice for My Baby Boy

Hello, my name is Nicole Humphrey, and I’m sharing my story with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for help.

In late May, I was just under six months pregnant when my water unexpectedly broke. I was terrified. I had recently lost my job and no longer had health insurance, so I was taken to a public hospital that treats patients without insurance or with government assistance. That hospital became my home for the next three weeks as I was placed on medical bed rest.

During that time, I did everything I could to protect my baby boy. Despite the circumstances, he remained strong. His heart beat was steady, and he showed no signs of distress. But while I fought to keep him safe, I was also fighting to receive basic, appropriate care.

I was mistakenly placed on a diabetic food plan, even though I am not diabetic. I was given iron three times a day, which caused severe constipation and led me to vomit repeatedly. I had to beg for an enema—twice—before they finally gave me relief. It wasn’t until I strongly advocated for myself that they finally stopped the iron. Despite these challenges, I stayed hopeful, because my baby continued to grow, to kick, to live.

Then came June 25th.

That morning started like any other. My baby’s heart rate was strong. I was stable. But just a few hours later, I was given what I believed to be my usual nausea medication. Within minutes, something felt terribly wrong. My mouth filled with a metallic taste. I began foaming at the mouth. I now believe they gave me morphine by mistake. An hour later, my son’s heartbeat was gone.

I had to deliver my stillborn son later that day. I was devastated, numb, and heartbroken beyond words.

Now, I’m trying to seek answers. I believe the hospital failed me—and my baby—in the worst possible way. But to begin the process of holding them accountable, I need an autopsy to determine the exact cause of his death. The cost of that autopsy is $2,500, and I don’t have the means to cover it on my own.

Time is running out. I only have until Friday , 7/25/2025, to retrieve my baby’s body from the morgue and approve the autopsy. After that, the opportunity to investigate what happened—and pursue justice—may be lost forever.

I’m asking for your support, not just financially, but emotionally. Any amount helps, and every share of this page means the world to me. I never imagined I’d be in this position, but I know my son’s life mattered. I owe it to him to fight for the truth.

Thank you for reading my story, for your prayers, and for helping me take the first step toward healing and justice.

With love and gratitude,

Nicole Humphrey