After the accident happened and they loaded Benny and I into ambulances, I started praying.  I’m not a religious person, but I knew in that moment that I needed a miracle.  When they don’t let you ride in the ambulance with your child, you know it’s bad.
I don’t remember much about the ambulance ride except for the pleading that was going on in my head. Â I begged my mom over and over to save my little man. Â I begged my grandmother, my aunt, my uncle, Parker’s aunt, Jodie, anyone to make it better. Â I begged and pleaded over and over.
When we got to the hospital, the EMT’s told me that they would let us in where they were working on Bennett, but that I had to control myself. Â If I couldn’t hold it together or I became a problem, they would take me away. Â I nodded and knew it didn’t matter because I was so devoid of feeling at that point anyway. Â I just kept praying.
I begged the doctors to save him. Â I tried to explain how special he was. Â They just kept saying that it didn’t look good. Â I kept begging, praying and pleading in my head. Â Someone had to save him. Â This couldn’t be happening. Â Not to my son. Â Not to us.
There was nothing, there was silence. Â No one saved him for me that day. Â We didn’t get our miracle.
10 months later I am here again. Â We found we were pregnant, on our anniversary. Â We were surprised, happy, elated. Â I was ecstatic that Darcy would have a sibling to grow up with. Â I was scared, but so happy for the first time in a long time. Â For one week, things were looking up.
The night of the 10 month anniversary of Benny’s death, I started bleeding. Â I knew something wasn’t right. Â So I started praying again, begging even. Â This couldn’t be happening, not again, not to us. Â I spoke to the doctor’s office and they said based on my bloodwork, my numbers were low, it was ‘indeterminant’ if I was pregnant. Â A chemical pregnancy they called it.
I’ve prayed, I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded. Â I don’t know what else to do. Â It’s been met with silence. Â I don’t know how to make sense of this. Â What cruel fate have we come upon? Â How many times am I supposed to pick myself back up? Â Do we ever get the miracle? Â Will we ever get a break?