Relocation and child care after brutal stabbing
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Saturday, December 21st, 10:19pm
Operator: “911 what is your emergency?”
Me: “Help us. Please. Someone attacked us in our house. We’ve been stabbed and I’m pregnant..”
The moments before and after that phone call are still a blur yet play so vividly through my mind every time I close my eyes. I still don’t know what to make of it. The night had gone on like any other; laughs in the kitchen over dinner, snuggles on the couch, our nightly bedtime routine and crawling into bed with the TV on. We didn’t hear him come in. We didn’t hear his footsteps. We didn’t even see it coming. We had no idea that within minutes of laying down how much our lives were about to be flipped upside down.
The next thing we know he’s at our bedroom door approaching us with a knife. He’s demanding money, saying if we screamed he’d kill us and our child. I didn’t even feel the knife as the blade ran across my skin. All I felt was Lexie, the most courageous woman I know, pull me into her as she threw herself over me to protect myself and our unborn child. I felt her pain as she struggled to get this man away from us. I felt her own pain more than my own as he continued to stab us both. I felt the warmth of her blood trickle onto my skin before feeling my own. He kept demanding money, money that we don’t even have, but to deter him from our bedroom and away from us, I told him everything he wanted was upstairs and pleaded with him to get out. I don’t know what caused the change in heart to do so, but he turned towards the door, picked up Lexie’s backpack and left. The scene I saw as I locked ourselves in our bedroom and flipped on the light was worse than anything I’ve seen in any horror movie. My feet felt warm and I looked down to find myself standing in a pool of my own blood,
ripped clothes, blood running down my legs and squirting from my arm, and as I look up I see Lexie’s close to lifeless body limply grab her phone and dial 911 as she laid in a pool of blood created by our own bodies. She barely had it in her to dial the number before passing out from major blood loss. I grabbed my phone to call my uncle to come downstairs to help us and quickly went into panic mode and did what I could to start wrapping whatever clothing I could find around our wounds in attempts to save our lives as she just saved mine.
From there it’s a blur. I faintly remember the police arriving on the scene, the look of pure horror on their faces as they stepped into our bedroom and saw what had happened. For the next several hours, I was in and out of consciousness but I will never forget mine and Lexie’s exchange of “I Love You” as the paramedics carried her out of the house past me as they were putting me onto a stretcher of my own. All I could think was this was it. This was the last goodbye, the last I love you, the last time we will see each other til we meet in the next life. But our story was far from over.
We were rushed in ambulances and brought into the trauma bay of one of the best hospitals in Wisconsin. We had an amazing team working on us for hours doing everything they could for us. Lexie was taken shortly after arrival into the operating room for a surgery that lasted several hours to repair a severed artery and to fix whatever nerves they could save in her right arm. They told me my best chance to ever regain feeling in my right hand would be to have emergency reparative surgery, however that would have meant an emergency c-section to bring Mia into the world that night. By that point, her vitals were starting to stabilize after being all over the place for the first few hours, and the thought of bringing her into this world without Lexie and my mother by my side, as well as me not being able to hear her first cries and hold her after delivery killed me worse than the stab wounds all over my body were, so I took a chance and opted out of it. I thought as long as Mia isn’t showing any signs of distress any longer, she is safest inside of me and I will patiently wait for her to decide when it’s her time to meet us.
Lexie and I will both remain in the hospital for some time over the holidays to be closely monitored. We will have to undergo physical therapy to do the best we can to regain movement, strength and feeling in our right arms as well as our legs, and within the next few weeks we will be welcoming our daughter into this world together when the time is right and although it may be extremely hard since at this point we can barely take care of ourselves, we are extremely lucky to have so many friends and family willing to help us in any way they can and were so blessed to have them and still be here to tell our story.
This has been an absolute tragedy. This man ruined our happiness, our home, our bodies, our minds, our plans. There will forever be never ending questions running though our heads and I don’t know if the attack will ever stop playing in our minds every time we close our eyes. Why us? What could we have done to prevent this? Will this evil man ever be caught? Will the nightmares ever stop? But we are strong. We will get through this. It will take some time for us to heal physically and mentally, but we will do it for our daughter and for the family we are starting. I will never be able to thank Lexie enough for being so brave and courageous to keep our daughter safe. She truly is a warrior. I want to thank everyone who has reached out or has come to see us, the doctors and nurses that have worked with us and the detectives that are working hard to find this man. We are truly blessed to be alive and we thank God for watching over us that night. Please be patient with us as we take this time to heal our minds and bodies and we apologize in advance if we don’t get back to everyone who has been sending their love and support but right now we need to take this time for us. I will do the best I can to keep everyone updated on the status of our health and if any information about the man who did this to us is okay to be released. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers for the weeks to come. ❤️
We will be relocating after this horrific incident and we will both be out of work for quite some time.
Operator: “911 what is your emergency?”
Me: “Help us. Please. Someone attacked us in our house. We’ve been stabbed and I’m pregnant..”
The moments before and after that phone call are still a blur yet play so vividly through my mind every time I close my eyes. I still don’t know what to make of it. The night had gone on like any other; laughs in the kitchen over dinner, snuggles on the couch, our nightly bedtime routine and crawling into bed with the TV on. We didn’t hear him come in. We didn’t hear his footsteps. We didn’t even see it coming. We had no idea that within minutes of laying down how much our lives were about to be flipped upside down.
The next thing we know he’s at our bedroom door approaching us with a knife. He’s demanding money, saying if we screamed he’d kill us and our child. I didn’t even feel the knife as the blade ran across my skin. All I felt was Lexie, the most courageous woman I know, pull me into her as she threw herself over me to protect myself and our unborn child. I felt her pain as she struggled to get this man away from us. I felt her own pain more than my own as he continued to stab us both. I felt the warmth of her blood trickle onto my skin before feeling my own. He kept demanding money, money that we don’t even have, but to deter him from our bedroom and away from us, I told him everything he wanted was upstairs and pleaded with him to get out. I don’t know what caused the change in heart to do so, but he turned towards the door, picked up Lexie’s backpack and left. The scene I saw as I locked ourselves in our bedroom and flipped on the light was worse than anything I’ve seen in any horror movie. My feet felt warm and I looked down to find myself standing in a pool of my own blood,
ripped clothes, blood running down my legs and squirting from my arm, and as I look up I see Lexie’s close to lifeless body limply grab her phone and dial 911 as she laid in a pool of blood created by our own bodies. She barely had it in her to dial the number before passing out from major blood loss. I grabbed my phone to call my uncle to come downstairs to help us and quickly went into panic mode and did what I could to start wrapping whatever clothing I could find around our wounds in attempts to save our lives as she just saved mine.
From there it’s a blur. I faintly remember the police arriving on the scene, the look of pure horror on their faces as they stepped into our bedroom and saw what had happened. For the next several hours, I was in and out of consciousness but I will never forget mine and Lexie’s exchange of “I Love You” as the paramedics carried her out of the house past me as they were putting me onto a stretcher of my own. All I could think was this was it. This was the last goodbye, the last I love you, the last time we will see each other til we meet in the next life. But our story was far from over.
We were rushed in ambulances and brought into the trauma bay of one of the best hospitals in Wisconsin. We had an amazing team working on us for hours doing everything they could for us. Lexie was taken shortly after arrival into the operating room for a surgery that lasted several hours to repair a severed artery and to fix whatever nerves they could save in her right arm. They told me my best chance to ever regain feeling in my right hand would be to have emergency reparative surgery, however that would have meant an emergency c-section to bring Mia into the world that night. By that point, her vitals were starting to stabilize after being all over the place for the first few hours, and the thought of bringing her into this world without Lexie and my mother by my side, as well as me not being able to hear her first cries and hold her after delivery killed me worse than the stab wounds all over my body were, so I took a chance and opted out of it. I thought as long as Mia isn’t showing any signs of distress any longer, she is safest inside of me and I will patiently wait for her to decide when it’s her time to meet us.
Lexie and I will both remain in the hospital for some time over the holidays to be closely monitored. We will have to undergo physical therapy to do the best we can to regain movement, strength and feeling in our right arms as well as our legs, and within the next few weeks we will be welcoming our daughter into this world together when the time is right and although it may be extremely hard since at this point we can barely take care of ourselves, we are extremely lucky to have so many friends and family willing to help us in any way they can and were so blessed to have them and still be here to tell our story.
This has been an absolute tragedy. This man ruined our happiness, our home, our bodies, our minds, our plans. There will forever be never ending questions running though our heads and I don’t know if the attack will ever stop playing in our minds every time we close our eyes. Why us? What could we have done to prevent this? Will this evil man ever be caught? Will the nightmares ever stop? But we are strong. We will get through this. It will take some time for us to heal physically and mentally, but we will do it for our daughter and for the family we are starting. I will never be able to thank Lexie enough for being so brave and courageous to keep our daughter safe. She truly is a warrior. I want to thank everyone who has reached out or has come to see us, the doctors and nurses that have worked with us and the detectives that are working hard to find this man. We are truly blessed to be alive and we thank God for watching over us that night. Please be patient with us as we take this time to heal our minds and bodies and we apologize in advance if we don’t get back to everyone who has been sending their love and support but right now we need to take this time for us. I will do the best I can to keep everyone updated on the status of our health and if any information about the man who did this to us is okay to be released. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers for the weeks to come. ❤️
We will be relocating after this horrific incident and we will both be out of work for quite some time.
Organizer
Chelsea Moretti
Organizer
Milwaukee, WI
