On the evening of August 8th, 2022 around 6pm, my evening turned bad when I started having terrible lower abdominal pain, lower back pain, and pressure out of nowhere. I was 14 weeks pregnant and it seemed odd to me to be hurting like that already, so early on in my pregnancy. I sat down and figured I just needed to relax. An hour later I felt something and realized that I was bleeding. It became very heavy and I was terrified that I was going to hemorrhage to death. I went to Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak where I was told that I had to come alone, no visitors. I got the grim news once the ER staff performed an ultrasound and there was my baby on the screen, lying still with no heartbeat.
I cried hysterically, wishing that I had someone there with me but all I had were the medical staff who told me that I could try again for another baby in the future. I wanted that baby. He was to be my first son. All night I cried as I lay there, helpless and alone. There was not much they could do but wait for me to pass the baby they said. I didn't sleep at all and it made me sad every time I heard the lullaby music played over the speaker system. I knew what that sound meant. A baby had been born, meanwhile there I was with a dead baby inside me.
I was admitted to the hospital and transferred to a room on the 3rd floor. After 12 hours of waiting and crying, it seemed like I was no longer alone in that room. The door to the room that I was in opened and closed on its own and there was an armchair in the room, near my bed. I felt a presence there. Finally when it was evident that I needed surgery, the door opened on it's own and closed on its own when the patient transporter arrived to get me and bring me to the OR. He noticed and said that was creepy. As I was being wheeled down the hall to the OR I got a glimpse of a tall, white man in scrubs standing there staring at me. He disappeared into thin air. I looked again but there were no doors he could've went into, only walls. I didn't see him in the OR. After I was moved from PACU to my room again, I felt a gust of cold air fly over me, like an invisible bird. I don't know who or what that was that was there, that presence, but it helped me feel less lonely.