August 9, 2000, David was born on this day to early.

On August 9, 2000, my heart skipped a million beats, that was the day I found out my son was dead and had died in utero. He was stillborn at 24 weeks gestation. I was devastated. I had loss the son I had always wanted, my dream of being a mother was shattered, that was the only thing I wanted in life so badly, was to be a mother and here I had loss it. I wondered why me, I had done everything right, there are mother's out here that don't even care about their children yet HE took mine, those mother's take drugs and live trashy lives and here I did everything right and still loss my son. Whe he was born and they said he was a boy, oh my heart broke and I cry forever, he was born at 2:58 a.m. on Wednesday, August 9, 2000. We named him David Alan Jesus Savage, III. I included the Jesus in his name as a promise I had made to God that I would name my son Jesus after his son who gave up his life so we could be saved. For several weeks I waited for the autopsy report to come back and it finally did, David died from lack of oxygen from the placenta due to dehydration because I was very sick the entire 24 weeks I was pregnant with Hyperemesis Gravidarum. For those of you that don't know what that is, it is severe nausea and vomiting, not your normal morning sickness. I didn't have anything normal in the pregnancy, sad to say. It only strikes some woman in pregnancy, not very much is known about it or it's causes. I plan to do a page on Hyperemesis Gravidarum soon. The shock set in that my son was dead, and might I add, this findings of how David died was not from my OB/GYN, it was from my new doctor, a perinatologist that I went to see in March, yes, I believe my doctor is trying to hide something, that it was his fault. If only he hadn't taken out my picc line, David would be here, he wouldn't have suffered the way he did. It is not fair that I don't get to hear my son cry, laugh, smile, run, jump, do all the things most parents take for granted. It is not fair that it was taken from me, and that he was so calous when David died. My son is in Heaven, he will never hurt, feel pain, know what a broken heart feels like, he is in the arms of Jesus and it makes me smile and sad. I wonder what if there was a phone in Heaven, would he call me, I know he would, but what would I say? I miss my baby, my sweet Angel. All I wanted was to have my own baby to be born of me and to have that mother and child bond and just love. Oh I would have loved him more than anyone. I love him more than the moon and the stars. My son was due on November 24, 2000, that day came and went but without David, it was a very sad day for me. This page is linked to my son's memorial website and you can get there by clicking on the enter and you will be taken there to read more of our story but at length. There are photos, but let me warn you, children under 18, ask a parent to view it with you as one of the pictures may need to be viewed with an adult. There are also poems, one I wrote a month ago. Also links to find out more about Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Thank You and take care.

November 24, 2000, David was due on this day, he never came.