The Day I Died... With My Unborn Daughter Still In My Body

Melanie Pritchard : Dec 22, 2014
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My husband came to my bedside. He took hold of my hand and said: "I love you; I will always love you. Brady and Gabriella are beautiful and love you. If you have any fight left, then fight.

When I was pregnant with my first child I researched doctors and hospitals, knowing that not all hospitals and their doctors look upon unborn children as equally human and valuable as their mothers. I intentionally drove 25 minutes out of my way to see a pro-life OB/GYN and deliver at a hospital that I knew valued life at all stages. (Photo via LifeSiteNews)

Upon waking after nearly dying during childbirth, I saw how important that decision was in my life, and that of my child.

On July 28, 2010, I delivered my child in the maternity ward of one hospital, only to wake up days later in the ICU of another hospital across town, not knowing how I had even gotten there. Shocked, I sat and listened as my family told what had taken place during the past three days. I tried to recall them. But I had no memory. I drew a blank.

The following is a story handed down to me from my husband and many others about my untimely death and miraculous survival.

Code Blue

While I was in the hospital preparing to deliver my baby girl after 39 long weeks, I signaled to the nurse that something was wrong. I was light-headed and felt somewhat nauseous. I felt as though I was going to pass out. The nurse attempted to reposition me and try to determine the cause of my light-headedness. There was no indication from my vitals that something was amiss.

After our baby was delivered via C-section, my husband went to see our daughter in the nursery, not knowing if I was dead or alive. As he wiped the tears from his face, the nurses asked him the baby’s name. "Gabriella," he replied, the "heroine of God." (Photo via LifeSiteNews)

Then I slumped to my side, apparently having what seemed like a mild seizure. My husband, who was standing at the end of the bed, witnessed my heart rate and blood pressure flash zero on my monitors. Our unborn child’s heart rate began to plummet precipitously. My skin had turned a deep blue. I was not breathing and had no heart rate. I had suffered cardiac arrest. I was clinically dead, and my baby was still inside of my body.

Doctors signaled code blow Code Blue and a team of staff whisked me to the operating room. My husband later told me that he prayed in these words: "God, I know that this is more than I can handle, which means You have a plan and a purpose in this, and I trust You; but please, if it is Your will, allow me to hold my wife again." He said he has never felt more helpless and afraid in all his life...

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