Stories of Lost Children
Robert Allen (Bobby) Compton
by Susanne, Springfield, OR, U.S.A.
Since I had gotten pregnant the first time with our son Danny I had had a hard time; early labor, previous miscarriages and bleeding. This second pregnany was a shock and happened at the worst possible time in our lives. My husband and I had been seperated and just had gotten back together. Then he was laid off full time work and we couldn't get help fast enough and ended up living with his family. Then to top it off I found out I was pregnant. He threatened to leave me and our children on the street, but I couldn't and wouldn't get and abortion. So he dealt with it like a lot of guys, he packed up and moved to Alaska to work on a fishing boat for 6 months, with the promise of sending me money to support us. The months got longer; no money and stuck with his family to boot, I went back to work as a health care aid. Then I started having contractions at 4 1/2 months and that stopped the work. I kept having contractions off and on til about 7 months then they slowed down a bit. Everything was going OK in the pregnancy and then my husband came back home with no money. Things went back to the way they had been. He found a job and we prepared for the birth of our second son (we cheated and asked). The day before I was exactaly 8 months pregnant we were able to go and pay deposit and get the keys to our own home (I was so happy that we were finally moving out!!). We got the keys and went to my weekly appointment at the OBGYN. The nurse practioner said she was having trouble finding the hearbeat; he must be moving around a lot she said (I thought to myself, no he was kinda quiet this morning for once). And then another nurse came in and said the same thing. Then they started talking quietier and told me it was nothing (!!!). And they got my doctor stat and had me go to the ultrasound room. There my world came crashing down on me. I saw my baby boy lying there so still no heartbeat. My doctor told us that he was so sorry and they rushed us out the BACK door of the building. The next morning I was admitted for a C Section and on May 22 we laid my beautiful little brown haired angel into that cold earth. It will be 13 years to the day on MAY 16th 2004 I should be having a birthday party for a happy healthy 13 year old, but all I have is tears, questions, and anger and more tears. WHEN WILL IT GO AWAY? I have two other sons that make my life worth living. Danny is almost 15 and Kyle just turned 10. Danny remembers bits of his baby brother and Kyle was no even born yet so he doesn't understand. Bobby will always be my angel.
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