Baby Bridgewater Funeral Costs
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I am putting this together for my cousin Julie Moffitt and Trevor Bridgewater to help them with funeral costs for their baby girl, Evalyn Rose Bridgewater. Their story is below...
Trevor and I have some news we would like to go ahead and share with everyone. We've done told our immediate family, so here goes but first a little "along the way" to go with this. June 21 2014, was the day I took a pregnancy test, after a couple missed periods I thought eh, what the heck. I was off work and Trevor got home from his 3rd shift job and was snoozing away. I took it then went about making breakfast and went back in and checked it, 2 lines!!!!!!! Didn't even expect it! I ran into our bedroom and woke him up and we literally jumped for joy!! Took a couple more, went and got blood done and found out I was 9 weeks along. We told family a couple weeks later, it was so hard keeping our mouths sealed. So we moved from Jasper back closer to home where our little baby should grow. September 26th, the day we found out we were having a sweet little girl. Overjoyed, it's what we both wanted!!! Along the way, everything was fine till I was experiencing some pain and thought I was having contractions, went to the emergency room and they picked up an irregular heartbeat. December 1st we made our way to Evansville and done a days worth of testing to learn, our sweet girl had 3 chambers instead of 4 in her fragile heart and diagnosed with the Heart Defect, Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. Remaining positive we continued every appointment with specialists and OB's, anything for our darling daughter. It's been a rough road, learning I have to deliver in Indy, my birth plan absolutely changed. As some of you have known this past week I have felt 'off' and yesterday a little after 10 o'clock I found the reason why. I went in my appointment and my nurse said 'Just a sample today, no testing thank goodness!" As she asked me the common Any dizziness, nausea swelling questions, I told them about my gush of fluid Monday and how I haven't felt her actively moving the past week, just hardening of the stomach. They were able to squeeze me in the get a CST scan done (monitor heartbeat) and it took 3 ladies to try and find one, my ultrasound tech said Well lets take you to the ultrasound room and see what shes up to. We went and she did some checking and said she was going to go speak to my doctor and be right back. 40 mins later they both come in and he tells me hes going to turn on the lights so I sit up. As he turns on the lights she slips out of the room and he pulls up a chair in front of me, took my cold shaky hand, and told me my sweet innocent girl is gone. Gone? I said, what do you mean gone...shes not gone she is RIGHT THERE. They could not pick up a heartbeat, not even movement, her hands are always flying by her face, I should have seen for myself but didn't, they were by her sides. None of her organs were reacting, working or showing any sign of...life. Gone. My sweet girl is gone. Last Thursday at my testing they said she wasn't as active as they would liked her to have been. They believe that is around the time my sweetie was weakening, and dying. Her fate from day one, to die inside what I thought was the safest place for her. Indy wants to deliver me Sunday, but I think we may just deliver her in Washington now that she doesnt need the specialists and surgery..Will know more later today. My stomach keeps getting hard and I just hold her, please don't give me false hope body. Everything I do there is a memory of her already. Took a shower and went to put the baby wash on my stomach and massage it in like I use to, she loved when I did that. Laying in this bed knowing my side of the wall there is a sweet innocent babies room on the other side, a room that was supposed to hear cries of "Mommy.." and I could jump out of bed and swaddle her and kiss her bad dreams away. Not only is she gone...my dreams, hopes, wishes, everything is gone. She is my world. I just wanted to her that cry, see those baby blue eyes I hope were her fathers blink and take me in for the first time, feel her snuggle and accept the safety inside my arms. Run my fingers softly through her coal black thick hair just like her fathers. I want to tell her I love her and hear her sigh or baby murmur of relief. I was so damn ready to be a mother, to be her mother. Rub her butt with lotion and tickle her belly after bath time. Watch her fight off sleep and kiss her eyelids closed and wish her sweet dreams... So much I want. So much I will never get. She was so special, Trevor and I had discussed her being our only child because of it. I don't want to give her up, I don't want to birth her now, she will then forever be away from me, no reward of bringing her home to fulfill my little families dreams. Trevor and I are devastated. I appreciate the I'm Sorry & prayers to come, but I do not think I will have closure. I just want my baby back...
Trevor and I have some news we would like to go ahead and share with everyone. We've done told our immediate family, so here goes but first a little "along the way" to go with this. June 21 2014, was the day I took a pregnancy test, after a couple missed periods I thought eh, what the heck. I was off work and Trevor got home from his 3rd shift job and was snoozing away. I took it then went about making breakfast and went back in and checked it, 2 lines!!!!!!! Didn't even expect it! I ran into our bedroom and woke him up and we literally jumped for joy!! Took a couple more, went and got blood done and found out I was 9 weeks along. We told family a couple weeks later, it was so hard keeping our mouths sealed. So we moved from Jasper back closer to home where our little baby should grow. September 26th, the day we found out we were having a sweet little girl. Overjoyed, it's what we both wanted!!! Along the way, everything was fine till I was experiencing some pain and thought I was having contractions, went to the emergency room and they picked up an irregular heartbeat. December 1st we made our way to Evansville and done a days worth of testing to learn, our sweet girl had 3 chambers instead of 4 in her fragile heart and diagnosed with the Heart Defect, Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. Remaining positive we continued every appointment with specialists and OB's, anything for our darling daughter. It's been a rough road, learning I have to deliver in Indy, my birth plan absolutely changed. As some of you have known this past week I have felt 'off' and yesterday a little after 10 o'clock I found the reason why. I went in my appointment and my nurse said 'Just a sample today, no testing thank goodness!" As she asked me the common Any dizziness, nausea swelling questions, I told them about my gush of fluid Monday and how I haven't felt her actively moving the past week, just hardening of the stomach. They were able to squeeze me in the get a CST scan done (monitor heartbeat) and it took 3 ladies to try and find one, my ultrasound tech said Well lets take you to the ultrasound room and see what shes up to. We went and she did some checking and said she was going to go speak to my doctor and be right back. 40 mins later they both come in and he tells me hes going to turn on the lights so I sit up. As he turns on the lights she slips out of the room and he pulls up a chair in front of me, took my cold shaky hand, and told me my sweet innocent girl is gone. Gone? I said, what do you mean gone...shes not gone she is RIGHT THERE. They could not pick up a heartbeat, not even movement, her hands are always flying by her face, I should have seen for myself but didn't, they were by her sides. None of her organs were reacting, working or showing any sign of...life. Gone. My sweet girl is gone. Last Thursday at my testing they said she wasn't as active as they would liked her to have been. They believe that is around the time my sweetie was weakening, and dying. Her fate from day one, to die inside what I thought was the safest place for her. Indy wants to deliver me Sunday, but I think we may just deliver her in Washington now that she doesnt need the specialists and surgery..Will know more later today. My stomach keeps getting hard and I just hold her, please don't give me false hope body. Everything I do there is a memory of her already. Took a shower and went to put the baby wash on my stomach and massage it in like I use to, she loved when I did that. Laying in this bed knowing my side of the wall there is a sweet innocent babies room on the other side, a room that was supposed to hear cries of "Mommy.." and I could jump out of bed and swaddle her and kiss her bad dreams away. Not only is she gone...my dreams, hopes, wishes, everything is gone. She is my world. I just wanted to her that cry, see those baby blue eyes I hope were her fathers blink and take me in for the first time, feel her snuggle and accept the safety inside my arms. Run my fingers softly through her coal black thick hair just like her fathers. I want to tell her I love her and hear her sigh or baby murmur of relief. I was so damn ready to be a mother, to be her mother. Rub her butt with lotion and tickle her belly after bath time. Watch her fight off sleep and kiss her eyelids closed and wish her sweet dreams... So much I want. So much I will never get. She was so special, Trevor and I had discussed her being our only child because of it. I don't want to give her up, I don't want to birth her now, she will then forever be away from me, no reward of bringing her home to fulfill my little families dreams. Trevor and I are devastated. I appreciate the I'm Sorry & prayers to come, but I do not think I will have closure. I just want my baby back...
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Jill Robertson
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Loogootee, IN
