Tamara's Story September 13, 2001 Jim and I were expecting our first child in December. The last 6 months have been the most rewarding and exciting of our lives. We have been preparing and could not wait to have our new addition home. Unfortunately, our dream was taken from us on Tuesday of last (9/5/01) week. I had been noticing a decrease in the baby's movements and we were going to the doctor regularly to check on it but everything appeared to be fine. The movements became less and less and finally last weekend I feared for the worst and I guess call it intuition but I just felt like the baby was gone. On Tuesday 9/4 (which unfortunately was Jim and my 2 year wedding anniversary) we went to the doctor again to check and this time everything was not fine. After checking with the doppler and an ultrasound we discovered our little one no longer had a heartbeat. I was immediately admitted to the hospital and they rechecked there but our worst nightmare had come true. Our baby had passed away and noone could tell us why. We have had no complications in this pregnancy. Tuesday afternoon they induced labor, since I was so far along I had to deliver the baby. After the longest 48 hours of my life and being filled with all kinds of drugs it was decicied to do a C-section as my body just refused to go into labor. On Thursday afternoon 9/6,a c-section was done and we found out we had a little girl. The surgery went smoothly. And it appears as though our little one may have gotten too active one day and kinked her cord cutting the blood supply off. There is nothing that anyone would have been able to do for her. Even if it was caught and we delivered her alive she probably would have had brain damage and at just 26 weeks was borderline for survival even without this complication. We named her Faith. As we will turn to her, our new angel,  for strength and faith in the future. And that one day she will have brothers and sisters to look over. We were able to see her during the surgery as I opted to stay awake and then in the recovery room they left us alone with her to hold her and say our goodbyes. We will be having a very private ceremony this weekend for her and burying her in a cemetary a mile from our house. I came home yesterday (sunday) from the hospital and physically am where the doctors expect me to be at this time. There are still weeks of recovery for my body to go through and we obviously have a long emotional battle ahead of us. My husband Jim worte this beautiful poem night Faith was born and it has become very special to us. Tamara, Windsor, CT