Chad and I found out that we pregnant January 2008 and due date of October 8, 2008. This was our first child and it took us three years to get pregnant. The pregnancy was normally with no complications.
At 30 weeks I had very light pink discharge and called my doctor. I had no cramping and Wyatt was kicking up a storm. They told me to come in to check for a bladder infection. I went to the clinic to do a urine sample and went back to work. They called me and told me that I had a bladder infection and put me on macrobid, which antibiotic you take for 7 days.
I noticed on Sunday, August 10 that I had lost five pounds and tried everything to get Wyatt moving, but I couldn't. I mentioned this to my husband, Chad, but I never told him that I knew he was dead. I didn't want to get him worried. I was hoping what my heart and mind was telling me was wrong. However, I knew in my heart that he was already gone and I couldn't do anything about it, so why go into the emergency room. I just waited until my doctor appointment on Monday, August 11.
I went to the 32 week (8 months) by myself, because my husband was 2 hours away from home. I went to the appointment praying that my gut instinct was wrong, but I knew that it is was not wrong and that Wyatt was already dead.
At my appointment, they weighed me and checked the normal things. The nurse never asked me once about movement. I waited a couple minutes hoping they would ask, but never did. I brought it up to the nurse and then she started asking a couple questions. She didn't seem concerned about the 5 pounds of weight I lost, which I thought would be a concern. The nurses and doctors did not seem too worried or concerned, which bothered me. I am sure they didn't want to worry, but I already knew.
The doctor came in to see if she could find a heart beat, but no go. Then we went into the ultrasound room and the Ultrasound Tech was looking things over. Then Dr. Dennis came in a few minutes later and asked if he found a heartbeat. He said he was has not checked he was measuring things for growth. I was watching out of the corner of my eye and saw the flat line. The doctor rubbed my lower calf and said I am sorry you lost the baby and asked me, if I wanted her to call any one. I told her my husband, Chad. She walked out of the room.
I told Dr. Dennis to call my husband, but she came back and told me that his number was not on file, which I found hard to believe. I then called my husband to inform him that we lost Wyatt. Dr. Dennis put these things in my cervix to help me move the process along. She told me that this has never happened to her with some one this far along. I was mentally thinking your an older doctor 55+ and this has not happen to you. She gave me a crappy hug and left. I went home and called family and friends and informed them of the news.
I found out a couple weeks later from a friend that Dr. Dennis did have patient that lost a baby at 32 weeks a couple years ago. A month after we lost Wyatt, I received a phone call from a friend and her friend had a niece that was pregnant called her doctor on a Saturday and the niece new something was wrong wanted to come in and have the baby checked out. The niece had no bleeding or cramping, so the doctor said just wait until your appointment on Monday. The niece went into her appointment and the baby was dead, she was 9 months along. Dr. Vicki Dennis was her doctor too.
My doctor, Dr. Vicki Dennis, never told me what was going to happen tomorrow when we delivered. When people started asking I told them I had no clue, because I was not informed about anything. I ended up calling the head nurse at the hospital to find out what will happen tomorrow and the process when we deliver. Dr. Dennis told me that I would have cramping like having a period. I was talking to Shawna on the phone and I was complaining about the pains. Shawna said the pains are roughly 5 minutes apart you are having contractions. It would have been nice for my doctor to tell me this.
Chad and I went to the hospital at 8:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 12, 2008, to deliver our child. Dr. Vicki Dennis was not on the day we delivered and we could not be more relieved. Dr. Jodi Regan delivered our son, Wyatt Joseph Hauck, at 11:03 p.m. He weight 6 lbs 4oz and was 16 inches long. He had dark brown hair like dad, my nose, and huge feet. These will be the only things that we can remember of our child. We will never know his first laugh, first love, first job, first smile, first walk, first birthday, first crawl and so on.
I immediately changed my doctor to Dr. Jodi Regan after delivering. It is amazing the difference in doctors and how they do things so differently. Dr Regan's kindness, sympathy, caring, understanding, encouragement, willingness to listen attitude is remarkable. I truly appreciate all that she has done for us.
We had an autopsy done and no cause of death.
We still remember the last time we saw him kicking, which was on Wednesday, August 6, 2008. You could see my belly moving like none other as I was lying on the couch. I still remember Chad saying shouldn't he be sleeping at this time of the night.
All of us have a journey in life not knowing what the path is until it happens. We handle each event when it arrives and hope for the best. We cannot dwell in the past, but look ahead to the future and what that has to bring. We have the memories to hold, but we still need to enjoy the rest of the ride and what our lives have to offer.
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Alison and Chad Hauck