Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Our Sweet Baby James

     It was Sunday December 28th that I noticed something different. I started to notice around 12pm(right after church ended) that I hadn't felt our baby move since the day before. I went home to rest and did have one small movement that made me think "oh he's just slowing down like they usually do in the 3rd trimester". But by 7pm that night I was beginning to worry again. He hadn't moved. I tried juice, walking, talking, music. Everything. So I finally called the on call doctor and she told me it would be advisable for me to go to labor and delivery. The entire drive over I knew my life was about to change, and not for the better.
    I checked myself in and waited in the lobby with my husband and parents. Finally I was taken back, my husband and mom in tow. The nurse checked with a Doppler at first. No heartbeat was detected. She told me the doctor would be in for an ultrasound in a few minutes. The ultrasound only confirmed what I already knew. There was no heartbeat, he was dead. They called my doctor and he said he wanted me to stay overnight and be induced in the morning.
     Then on Tuesday December 30th at 7:41pm I gave birth to my precious first born son, Carter James Hinkle.

     He was 2lb. 10.8 oz. and 15 in. He had the biggest hands and feet, and the most beautiful little mouth. The cord was wrapped around his tiny neck 3 times. He stayed with us in the room overnight until it was time for him to go. Then 13 hours after giving birth to him I was released from the hospital and headed to plan his funeral.
    I still can't fathom that the moment I became a mom is also the moment that broke my heart forever. I can't accept that we'll never have him come in our room to wake us up on Saturday mornings like little children do. I'll never wake up in the night to feed him, or even see him smile at us. And I wonder where it all goes, the hopes and dreams I had for him.
    I'll never forget the look on Dillon's face when he knew James was dead, or how gentle he was as he held him and wiped the blood from his nose.
    I look back at the few days before it all happened. I was busy compiling the guest list for his shower and making lists of things to be done before his arrival. My parents had just given us the money that they wanted to use to buy his crib and stroller. We used it to buy his casket.
    Everything is different now. To be perfectly honest everything has lost it's meaning for me. The world has dimmed, my faith is shaken(or maybe it's just gone), and I can't just go blindly on like I had been. It's like what is there now? Now that he's gone. 
    Every decision I made involved him. Every time I ate I had to track it on my pregnancy app to make sure I was giving him enough protein or calcium. And for what? So he could die inside me at 29weeks. 
    I wish more than anything that I could have known sooner, then maybe we could've saved him. People tell me I couldn't have done anything, but I'll never know that to be true.
   Everyone tells me it get better, and I'm sure they're right. But it still can't change the fact that he's not coming home. That we won't be awaiting his first word or finding seats at his high school graduation.  If I could have the little time we had with him back I would, and I'd never leave. I'd sit there and hold him forever, and I'd find something to bring him back.


  1. Oh, how sad !!! I just found your blog on the A-Z sign up list and I just want to give you a big HUG !!!!

  2. Thank you for visiting my blog, Robyn. I clicked over to your profile so that I could read your blog and worked my way through your posts until I found this entry. I am so very sorry for your loss and you are very brave to share James' story. Why do we suffer tragic losses? One day God will answer that question and I know that when he does, you will be reunited with James forever. God bless you.

    1. Thank you so much Pamela! God bless you as well!

  3. I am so sorry to hear this. You commented on my blog and I checked yours out. I am so glad I did. You are a very strong woman (from what I have been reading) and I am hoping your heart is healing and you think of baby James all the time.

    1. Thank you for your condolences. I'm so glad I found your blog! Thank you for your encouragement, it truly made my day.


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