Hi, my name is Olta, and I live in Palo Alto, Calif., with my husband Daniele, my son Gabriele, our lovely dog named Cody, and our cat Fire.
I had an amazing pregnancy and an incredible bond with my baby daughter Isabella.
During my last three weeks of pregnancy, I started to notice less baby movement, which made me worry because Isabella had always been very active. I told my doctors my concerns, and their answers were “the baby has no room” and “it’s normal for the baby to move less at the end of pregnancy.” Their answers didn’t convince me, and on my last appointment, on Dec. 24, at 39 weeks, I asked for a nonstress test. Still, unfortunately, the doctor failed to diagnose at least one fetal heart rate deceleration that persisted for more than one minute. I was sent home and told that everything looked great. We couldn’t wait to have our daughter with us.
The next day, on Dec. 25, I ran to the hospital because of contractions. When I got to the hospital, they hooked me up to the monitor and gave me the news no mother ever wishes to hear: “There is no heartbeat.” I delivered my daughter on Dec. 26 at 5:30 a.m. Every inch of her was so perfect. Every inch of my body still aches for her. Going home without my baby was a silent nightmare. It took a lot of strength to kiss her for the last time. It is the shock that has been carrying me through because losing a child is simply unbearable.
My daughter passed away because of an undiagnosed placental abruption. I have realized that doctors and medical providers have a significant lack of knowledge in fetal movement. My mission is to bring awareness and education to medical providers in my area regarding the importance of Count the Kicks. I will do everything in my power to make sure what happened to me never happens to any other mother. It is one of the ways I honor my beautiful daughter Isabella.
I feel honored to join such a powerful movement led by some strong and courageous women.Email Me