“It was hell. My doctor removed it and sent me on my way. And then I was alone.”
“Surprisingly, the doctor pulled me into her arms, ignoring professionalism and boundaries, and held me. She whispered in my ear, ‘I heard you talking in the change room. I know how badly you wanted this. Don’t give up yet.’”
“There is no way you can prepare yourself to bury your child. We both were trying to keep it together, but it was obvious we were falling apart.”
“No matter how many bad days I have without you in my arms, it is another day closer to being together again.”
“Over and over I sobbed into Tony’s neck, ‘I’m so sorry.’ I carried her. I should have kept her safe. What did I do wrong? Did I sleep on my back? Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that lunchmeat. Why didn’t I make my doctor induce that morning?”
“If I didn’t give my loss a face in that moment, I never would.”
“I’ve never seen a piece of needle that’s broken off and left in someone’s spine. Never seen it. Never heard of it. It’s outrageous,” her attorney said.
“I felt helpless.”