It was my sister, my baby's father and I that went that day. We decided that we were going to have the doctor write down on a piece of paper, if it was a boy or a girl, and then put it in a envelope and seal it. My sister and I were going to go out to eat and open it then. But she already knew what I was having, I guess she saw the sex on the ultrasound modem ( she had 2 kids). Well to get to the point, I found out that day that I was going to have a little baby boy. I was so excited. Then the doctors told me that they were planning on inducing me around my 36th to 38th week. So I was planing on having him around March? My due date was 04-10-2003.

I then realized that my whole pregnancy I couldn't sleep on my stomch. All of a sudden I realized that I was sleeping on my stomach. I told my sister that I thought that something was wrong. She said that everything was just fine, to stop worrying so much.

Well on 12-09-03 I called the nurse's help line because I started to have pains on and off. The lady that I talked to told me to go to the nearest hospital because I either could be in preterm labor, having braxton hicks contractons, or my worst fear, I could be having the symptoms of having a stillborn baby.

So I went and the L&D nurses couldn't find a heartbeat. But they knew that he was alright and that hey could feel him moving while they were holding onto my tummy. They eventually had to call a head doctor in to do an ultra sound. She arrived and she did the ultrasound, then turned to me and said "Well looks like your baby has passed!" Then turned off the mointure and turned away, as I sat there sobbing, and walked out of the room, so heartlessly.

I was then told to go home and to return to my CLINIC in the morning so that my doctor could get me a time to get induced. Well by the time I got to my clinic, my contractions were already not even a minute apart.

So I went to the hospital and went to L&D. The nurses told my family that I was dialated between 7&8, that it I would deliver anytime now. Hours later the nurses checked me again and I was only dialated to 2&3, so it was going to be at least 3-4 hours before I was going to deliver. So my family left.

I thought that I had to go to the bathroom and I guess I didn't have to, so I went back to my bed. All I know is that not even 5 minutes later at 2:35p.m of December 10th 2002, I had delivered a beautiful perfect but stillborn baby boy. After delivering my son, Mariano I told the doctors to take him for a little bit so that I could wait for my family to arrive.

After they arrived, they spent the rest of the night with my son.

He is now in heaven, watching over me letting me know that everythings going to be ok. He is in the best of hands that there ever could be.

The hospital was not the right hospital to deliver my son at for the simple fact that they treated me and my son like dirt. My nurse was very disrespectful, mean and very unsensitive twords my family, myself and most of all my son and our feelings. The nurse complained about everything. The hospital gives you a "Our Precious Baby" plaqe with your child's hand and feet prints on it along with all there information. The nurse messed that up. She spelled my last name wrong then whited it out. She used sloppy hand writting and got it wet the paper. She then had the nerve to complain when I had asked her to do another one so that my grandmother could write the correct information on the plaqe.

Then I was going to leave the hospital for the night, I kissed Mariano bye. I proceeded to give him to the nurse. As I was walking out of the room, she shut off the light to leave my son on the bed to just lay there because she has other things that she has got to get done. I said "no, you're not going to leave my son in here while you go to do other things. You wouldn't do that with a baby that was alive, so please don't do that to my son." So I stayed in the room with him until she came back to the room. She was gone for a good hour or so.

She never told me what she was going to do! All the sudden she opens the door and I see a plastic box type thing that she's carrying, and it reads "MORGE-BABY#45786". I never ever exspected that. I looked at her and held on to my son as tightly as I could and mumbled" That''s what I keep my hair spray in at home". I then kissed my son bye again. I told the nurse that I would be back sometime the following day. I was not sure of a time because I had so much that I had to do that I was not prepared for. I also told her not to release him to a funeral home without me going to see them first and telling them where I was planning on having his funeral. She replied"ok".

Well to my suprise while I was at a funeral home the next day making arrangements for the pickup, they had already released my son to that funeral home. So I never got to see my son for that last time that I had wanted so badly to do. I didn't know where my son was for nearly 24 hours neither did the hospital or the funeral home.

Finally on 12-16-2003 I had a funeral for him and a burial service that same day. He was buried in baby land along with three other baboes that had passed away in the last 7 years.