This memorial website was created in memory of my sweet baby boy, Lucas Alexander Redman, who was born still on the 18th of October, 2010.
Lucas, please know that I love you more than life, and I will always hold you in my heart, my sweet baby. Forever in my heart. We will be together again, God willing, and I will hold you in my arms forever.
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Your mommy is a very strong person! I pray that you continue to give her strength until you meet again. Sweet dreams little buddy!
~Mommy
It's been six months, now. We miss you. I'm sure you are happy tonight on the other side, forever safe and protected from the vagaries of this life. We will all see you someday. Til then, we love you, Lucas.
Watch over your momma in this time of grieving. In you is where she finds strength and comfort. Somewhere up in Heaven, I know you and my own angel, Gabriel are rompusing around. Watch over your family!!! We were lucky to have you.
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"A Mother"
I am a Mother
I am an empty vessel
I am nothingness and fear
Pain is a dull knife slipping slowly in
twisting; dragging; fiery-hot
Pain is a small cold body
wrapped in an embroidered blanket
Hell is an empty womb
Tears like ice
burning; scorching
raining down unchecked
onto my chest where you should lie
Questions with no answers
Darkness with no light
I am nothingness and fear
I am an empty vessel
But
I am still a Mother.
~Sara E. Redman, Dec. 21, 2010
My Story
When I found out that I was pregnant, I was shocked. I was actively trying NOT to get pregnant; shock is a mild term for what I felt! Initially I was scared, apprehensive. What was I going to do with a tiny newborn baby?!?! I was in the middle of school, and I had so many questions. After a few weeks, I warmed up to the idea of being a mommy. A few weeks after that, I was thrilled and just wanted to see my son, and hold him for the first time! His due date couldn't arrive soon enough!
On Sunday morning, at about 1am, the 17th of October, I realized that I hadn't felt my baby move for a while. I didn't think much of it; he usually had his "special times" to go crazy in mommy's belly. I drank some ice water, ate a popsicle, and lay down to wait for the inevitable squirming and jabbing. After a half an hour, I had not felt any movement, and, becoming concerned, I called the hospital that I would be delivering at. The nurse I spoke to told me to come in "just to make sure" that everything was alright. Feeling a bit better (surely I was just being paranoid--I had had an appointment with my Doctor on the previous Tuesday, and my boy's heartbeat was strong, and everything was fine.), I headed for the door. On the way out, something made me grab my "hospital bag", in which I had already packed Lucas' outfit for his first picture, and his coming home outfit.
I checked in at the hospital and was taken to Labor & Delivery. Two nurses came in and tried to find Lucas' heartbeat with a Doppler. At this point, it was roughly 3am. Neither of the nurses could find the heartbeat, and at that point, I still hadn't really reconciled myself to the fact that my baby was gone. I was in denial. I cradled my belly, saying, "Come on, Lucas baby, you are ok, come on baby", just rocking back and forth. At 4am my Doctor showed up, brought in an ultrasound machine, and confirmed my nightmare: my baby boy was gone. I will never forget his words to me after I frantically asked, "Where is his heartbeat?": "Sara, there isn't one, alright?" And my world collapsed.
I began crying uncontrollably, sobbing and wailing. I just couldn't believe that in a matter of minutes, my life was irrevocably changed. And so began the worst day that I will ever experience.
My Doctor said that I should deliver vaginally as opposed to having a C-section, to speed my healing time and reduce the risks to subsequent pregnancies. To me, this just seemed cruel, as though I was needlessly prolonging my pain, both emotionally and physically. Why should I go through something that should be an amazing and incredible experience, when I knew the outcome? I fought at first, but after an hour or so, relented. I just wanted to be DOING SOMETHING, anything.....labor induction began at 5am. The following 22 hours were the longest, hardest, most horrifying of my life. I was given an epidural when the contractions became increasingly painful, which served only to completely numb my left leg, and make me itch uncontrollably.
After hours of physical pain and incredible emotional agony, I delivered my precious boy at 3:09am on the 18th of October. Perfectly formed, he was 19 inches long, and weighed 6.68 pounds. He had long fingers and big feet like his mommy. Wavy dark hair, also like mine.
After delivering Lucas, my Doctor told me that his umbilical cord was shorter than normal, and somehow it had become severely twisted on itself. There were no knots, false or otherwise...just tight twists. My baby's blood supply was cut off by the very lifeline that had supported him for nine months.
My biggest regret is not having the emotional strength to hold my baby after he was born. I simply could not bring myself to do it. The nurses brought him into my room in a bassinet, dressed in his "first picture" outfit, and wrapped in a blanket. All I could do was sit on the bed and cry. I wouldn't let anyone else hold him. I felt that if I couldn't, I didn't want anyone else to be holding MY baby, either. Amidst the emotions I was going through, that irrational thought seemed to me a reasonable request. I will forever regret not holding Lucas, kissing him, touching his little fingers, and telling him how much his mommy loved him.
No parent should have to endure saying hello and goodbye to their baby in the same breath. Losing a child is the most difficult thing that any parent will ever live through. For days I wished that I had not lived through it. Slowly, with the support of my loving family, I have moved through that stage of grief. Every new day is difficult; I expect it to be so for many years. I thank the Lord for my family and their strength. Without them, I truly cannot say where I would be today.