my little angel emmah

this is about my little angel emmah that passed away last year she was only 28 weeks gestation
(her obituary)
Emmah Anastasia Faith Abbott
Emmah Anastasia Faith Abbott was born into heaven July 14, 2007, at Franciscan Skemp Medical Center in
La Crosse.

She is survived by her parents, John and Vannessa Abbott; a brother, Connor, and a sister, Gabrielle, of La Crosse; beloved grandparents, Robert and Barbara Abbott of Onalaska, Wis.; her grand-mother, Jacquelyn Lo Piccolo of Fond du Lac, Wis.; her grand-father, Charles Lo Piccolo of Waupun, Wis.; great-grandmother, Shirley Creager of Winter Haven, Fla.; and many aunts, uncles and cousins.

She was preceded in death by her great-grandparents, Mary A. and Edmund H. Lindrum; and her paternal great grandfather, George Creager.

Funeral services will be at 11 a.m. Monday, July 30, from Holy Trinity Catholic Church in La Crosse. The Rev. Larry B. Berger will officiate. Friends may call at Fossum Funeral Home in Onalaska, Wis., on Sunday, July 29, from 6 to 8 p.m. and again at the church Monday from 10 a.m. until the time of services.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be given to the “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep” organization at www.NILMDTS.org (a nonprofit organization for bereaved parents of still-borns and infant losses).


Emmah was born into heaven July 14th, 2007
I got pregnant with Emmah around January but didn't know I was pregnant till the 9th of February. I had an ultra sound done of her on the 20th of February when I got to see her for the first time I was only 8 weeks along. They said she was healthy and beautiful. Everything was going perfect for being pregnant I went to all the appointments and we heard the heartbeat every time. I went for the ultrasound at 18 weeks and that was when we found she was our little Emmah. She was so active and didn't like getting her picture taken. She was trying to hide from us it was so cute. I was still going to all my appointments and I had all my testing done for the gestational at 27weeks. The next week everything was going great. She was moving Thursday night July 12th, everything was just fine my husband stayed home from work and we went out and got a few things everything was fine. I went to bed that night with her still kicking not knowing it was the last time she would kick again.

The next morning we woke up and had left to get groceries and I didn't think about it at the time but she wasn't moving I thought she was sleeping. Well I was busy all day when I finally got the kids something to eat I noticed that I wasn't hungry so I lay down on the couch. That was when I something wasn't right I was trying to get her to kick and I was shaking my belly and nothing was working I even played her favorite song that she liked and nothing I was in tears because I was so scared something was wrong. I called the hospital and they told me to come in as soon as possible well I was home alone with the kids john my husband was at work. I called him and told him that he needed to come home and I called my brother told what was going on and that I needed a sitter. When we got to the hospital I went right upstairs to ob and when I got there I was all red in the face from crying and the nurse saw me and gave me a hug. When she hooked me up to the heart monitor we couldn’t get a heartbeat but she thought that it was still too early to hear it on there so she went to get the Doppler and when she placed that on there, there was no heartbeat. And she was trying to keep calm and not tell me anything yet but she went to go get the midwife and the ultrasound machine and I knew something wasn’t right now because having not heard the heartbeat on there something was not right. When the midwife came in she looked at the ultra sound and told me she had to get the ob doctor to confirm and I knew that she was gone. John wasn’t going to take it till he heard it from the doctor. When the doctor came in and she looked and she asked if I knew that she was gone because I would be able to tell where the heart beat was because I have had two other children. I was in tears asking what I did wrong why this is happening to me. And we had to decide when we wanted to deliver and they told me that it would be better to get it done soon to risk infection. I was given certitex a medicine to soften the cervix. We called everyone we knew and told them what had happened. My sister came in from out of town she lives almost three hours from here and she came to be here when I delivered. My other sister and brother didn’t leave my side the kids went to be with grandma and grandpa all they knew at the time that mommy had a booboo and that I was there to get better.

Saturday July 14th, my midwife that I was seeing throughout the pregnancy came in to see me and she was heartbroken to hear that Emmah had died. She wanted to be there for when she was born. That night around 5:30pm Laura my midwife asked me if I wanted my water broken to get things moving since I was already 4 cm dilated from the meds alone. When she asked me that I started crying, it was starting to become more real that this is it. It wasn’t a dream anymore. When my water broke my contractions became stronger and it wasn’t very long that I was in full bore labor. It took two major contractions to decide that I needed meds for the pain but then two more came and I felt like I had to push. The meds never made it because by the time the morphine line came to be put in she was born. The doctors didn’t have time she came so fast. The doctor was saying there’s a head then he turns back and sees the baby.

She was born at 8:12pm which is the same digits as my birth date 8/12. She was so perfect she was 2lbs and 11oz, she was 14 ½ inches long. Every one thought she was going to be small but she was just perfect.
The hospital had a photographer come in to take photos of her so we can remember her and she was the greatest person to meet she captured every moment of her. She looked like an angel and we were so wanted her to start breathing but she didn’t. We held her for the longest time but she was so fragile her skin was peeling and we had to be so gentle with her when they were putting clothes on her.
We didn’t have her funeral service till the 30th of July because at the time john’s mom was leaving for England and wanted to be there and also for the fact that I didn’t want to rush everything I wanted everything to be perfect for her. She was buried next to my grandparents.
We found out from the autopsy that there was known cause of death. So we don’t know why God had called her to be an angel but she is my angel.