*OUR ANGEL MICAH*

         On June 29, 2007 I was past due and was seen by you at York Hospital. You were the doctor/resident on call that day to measure my fluid that I was leaking. I am writing to you to explain what you have caused in my life. You have caused a lot of sadness and heartache. It is amazing that one person can cause so much anger and emptiness. Now, we are unable to trust any other doctor. You have upset my son’s Father, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and friends awaiting his arrival. I would love to invite you into my own little world. Day after day, I wake up, with an empty feeling. Wonder what the feeling could be? Why does it feel cold? Why is my baby’s nursery empty? A nursery that was awaiting his arrival, so beautiful, filled with toys, clothes, and lots of diapers. Everything sits in a cold, dark room with the door shut.
        Well, first, lets back up to June 29th, 2007. My very last doctor’s appointment I had with the clinic. I told the clinic I was leaking fluid. So, they sent me to York Hospital to have my fluid checked by ultrasound. Under the care of all you residents, I thought I was safe and in good hands. Sad to say, someone studying the medical field just did not care about one patient that day (which was the care of my son and me). If you remember when I came in, you continuously complained about being so tired. It was your choice to become a resident. Then, your pager repeatedly went off. You did an ultrasound of my precious son, where I saw his beautiful heart beating for the last time. Little did I know, I would never see my son’s heart beating again and that was the last day he would kick me and make me smile. You measured my fluid that I was leaking. Did you measure it correctly? After all you were just so incredibly tired. You didn’t care. You have a family to go home to. Please explain to me why the very next day, my son stopped kicking. You told me he would slow down. Well, after he slowed down, he slowed down completely. Was he supposed to do that too? Well, the day after I left you, under a “doctors” care, his heart stopped all of a sudden. My son died less than 12 hours after you sent me home. If you remember back to that day, my family and I asked “Why can’t you induce me?” We asked you many times. I mean, after all, I was past due and I could not wait to finally hold my new little boy. Your response was “The best I can do, is give you an induction day of July 9th and call at 7:30AM to see if we have room that morning.” I will always remember what you said to me as long as I live. I was past due. A baby can be born as early as two weeks. You don’t mess with a precious life like that. I feel you should be made aware of how I feel. Have you ever had to deliver a dead baby? Have you ever held a baby that never had a chance? Let me just thank you for the worst nightmare in my life. I will live with this hurt the rest of my life. You should be ashamed of yourself for sending someone home who is past due and leaking fluid. If I were you, I would be embarrassed. Do you have any idea how much a headstone is for a newborn baby? Well, I feel someone who killed my baby boy, should pay for his three thousand dollar headstone. Do you even care that you killed a baby? Most people that join the medical field go the extra mile because they want to help patients and they care about people other than themselves. Everyone can get tired at work but, if you are messing with a life other than yours, please make sure next time you just don’t send that patient home. My son was the most precious baby around. No other baby can compare. All of that work the entire 9 months buried 6 feet under a cold, hard ground. Have you ever seen a newborn lay in a casket? I hope you never have to see it. It is pathetic. No parent should ever bury their child. All of those presents from my baby shower sit in his room with the door closed.
        Now, I get to visit my son at the cemetery. We take him toys to the cemetery that he will never get to hold and play with. We cry day after day and wonder why we are the ones without our son. Our perfectly healthy son had an autopsy. The only cause for his death was because I was leaking fluid. He did not have a kink in the umbilical cord and the placenta was fine. It also bothers me that he did not have any vernix covering him. A baby starts to lose their vernix the older they get. My son had no vernix whatsoever because he was way past due. He was huge. He was almost 9 pounds and a very long 21.5 inches. You sent me home. Why did you do that? Just imagine if your first born died because someone let you go way past due and you were leaking fluid but, someone sent you home. How would you feel? I would love for you to respond back to my letter. I want to know that you realize you made a big error. It is a fault and I think you should come forth and say so. We all know what happened that day. How would you feel if the doctor that is caring for you, was lying on your bed? That really made me feel insignificant. Your patient is always the most important thing over your sleep while you are at work.
        I also would like you to know that I will be getting good care from a doctor who is caring for my new baby which will arrive in May 2008. This new baby will never replace the perfect son we already had. We should have been rocking, walking, and cuddling our new son. Since he died due to medical malpractice, we do not have the opportunity to do that. The doctor I have now cannot understand why you did such a thing. He doesn’t understand why you could not induce me if I was leaking fluid and already past due. Many people ask my story, including the doctors. One of the first things they ask is your name. I am very happy to always and forever give it out. I made a website to make people aware of what happened and so people know my story. They are saddened because one little negligent act, caused a death. People that I don’t even know cry when they read my story. They look at his pictures and say how beautiful he is and how horrible my treatment was.
        When you practice in the medical field, you take an oath. It is called the Hippocratic Oath. The oath talks about avoiding harming patients. You have a osteopathic medical degree (DO) and you are still a resident. If I were you, I would take a few refresher courses or get some more training. I am scared for all of the other expectant mothers. You are a threat to all mothers and newborns.
        My son does not get a birth certificate. Instead, he gets a death certificate. So,
thanks for monitoring me close and thanks for listening to me. Thanks for making me feel comfortable and most of all, thanks for being the cause of my son’s death.

ALL IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN WAS ONE MORE MINUTE OUT OF YOUR DAY...