Micah was born still weighing 8lbs 7.9oz and measuring 20.5in long. He will always be loved and never forgotten. Just in the 9 months he was carried, he made such a difference in peoples lives. He still is making a difference. Our son is alive in Heaven. We love you Micah! June 29th, 2007, I had a routine weekly doctors appointment. By the time I had this appointment, I was past due. My due date was June 25th. I was figuring that this would be my last doctors appointment and they would induce me anytime now. I was starting to get so anxious to have him, after all I did wait so long for this day. When the doctor came in the room that day, I explained how I really thought I was leaking amniotic fluid. I was 100% sure that it was not urine. So, they did a test of the fluid to see what it was. They took the results out of the room and when they came back, they said its urine. I told them so many times that it was amniotic fluid. Since I never saw the test results, I will never know if they even did the test, or if it was actually amniotic fluid I was leaking. So, the doctor decided to send me to the hospital to have an ultrasound done to make sure everything looked ok with my baby. I was starting to get really excited hoping I would be at the hospital and stay there until my beautiful boy was born. When I got there, they hooked me up to monitors to monitor the fetal heart rate and my contractions. The doctor on call that day said everything looks fine. I thought different because every time I had a contraction his heart rate looked abnormal to me. I asked the doctor on call that day why she couldn't induce me. She said the best she could do was give me an induction day of July 9th and to call at 7:30am to see if they had any room that day. I will never ever forget that doctors face. I was so mad that I wasn't treated as an individual. I was just treated like just another pregnant woman walking through the doors. I thought it would be good for them to induce me since I had a past history of a miscarriage with twins, I was in pain with major cramps and Micah was getting so big anyway, why not induce me? She didn't seem to care. She kept telling me to drink plenty of fluid, walk, and have sex. What kind of doctor was she? June 30th, 2007, since I had another crampy day, my family and I decided to go to the Inner Harbor in Baltimore, Maryland to walk around and enjoy the weekend. We walked and I made sure I drank plenty of fluids. Towards the afternoon my baby wasn't moving as much as he usually does. The doctors told me that would be normal because he would be moving down into the birth canal. So, I thought nothing of it. As the sun started to set and the bright orange full moon came out, we headed up the road to go home. In the car, my cramps got so bad. I couldn't even sit down I hurt so bad and my baby stopped moving completely. Corey and I kept moving my belly to get him to kick back like he always did. We did this the entire hour drive back. Still no response. I started to feel real sick like something was wrong. We timed each contraction I was having which was about every 5 minutes. My Mom called the hospital to let them know I would be in. As soon as we got to the hospital, I told them who I was and explained what was wrong. They were very rude and told us to go sit in the waiting room until someone called us back. About 20-30 minutes of waiting, I put a hospital gown on so they could hook me up to the fetal heart monitor. The nurse placed the monitor on my stomach and seemed to start to panic. She left the room to get the doctor on call that night. The doctor couldn't even find my baby's heartbeat. So, everyone in the room hurried up and started getting the ultrasound ready to see what could be seen. As soon as they had him up on the screen, I was looking right at him, seeing him lay there in one little spot and his heart not making one little beat. His valves weren't moving and the doctors and nurses just looked at each other and I started to cry and scream. They said "I'm sorry, your baby is dead and there is very little fluid." I screamed and Corey and I told them how it was a bunch of sh*t. We were just here yesterday. The doctor on call yesterday sent me home like she didn't even care. I replay that in my head and it hurts bad. That night was the night I lost part of me. I felt like my heart melted and was stabbed with a knife a million times. I just couldn't wait for my parents and Corey's parents to be there with us through this horrible nightmare. I needed them for support. July 1st, 2007, a beautiful baby boy was born at 12:56pm, weighing 8lbs 7.9oz and 20.5in long. Our baby was an angel. His heart was always so strong at every appointment, nothing was wrong with the umbilical cord or placenta, and my baby was healthy. What makes this situation worse is the way I was treated and how everything was perfectly fine up until the end. There was way to much medical malpractice and now I will find it hard to trust any and all doctors. I will fight til' the end and I will make sure someone pays for the death of my son. So many family and friends came to the hospital just to see Micah. Micah made such a difference just in the 9months I carried him. He made so many people happy, he brought so many people together, he brought so much love. This would have been mine and Corey's first baby together. We miss you Micah and we will meet again. Mommy and Daddy will make you proud. You're our son and always will be. We will love you always and forever. Micah's website: inmemoryofmicahcorrinking.com