I'm new here so I wanted to share my story. I'm McKenzie and I'm 22 years old. I was 35 weeks pregnant. On January 3 I went into labor/delivery at the hospital because I had not felt my baby move all day. The nurse was checking for the heartbeat and she couldn't find it, so they also did an ultrasound and there was nothing. The nurse came back in to tell me the horrible news that my baby had died. My daughter - Brooklynne Olivia - who was born January 5, 2009. The doctor said there was nothing physically wrong that he could see, he did say the cord was wrapped around her neck but it wasn't tight enough to cut off her air supply. I didn't want an autopsy so I have no idea what went wrong. I'm devastated. I wanted a little girl so bad and when I found out I was having one I couldn't wait to dress her up and do her hair. Now all I have is a closet full of pink clothes and an empty nursery. Thank god for my son Cameron - otherwise I don't think I could even get ouf of bed.
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