Remembering Angel Bailey
In 2010, my world was turned upside down when I found out I was expecting twins, two girls, Ava Lee and Bailey. The news was both shocking and overwhelming, but once it sank in, I embraced the journey with excitement and anticipation. Ava Lee was Baby A, and Bailey was Baby B, and their names fit perfectly in both my heart and my womb.
At around 22 weeks, following an abnormal blood test, I had an amniocentesis. I was so nervous and scared., but I got through it. A week later, during what was supposed to be a routine sonogram, my heart sank as I watched the technician search for what felt like an eternity, only to be told there was no longer a heartbeat for Baby B. For the rest of my pregnancy, I carried Bailey alongside her sister, Ava Lee. Those months were filled with fear and uncertainty, as I constantly worried about Ava's well-being.
At 36 weeks, I delivered via C-section. Ava Lee entered the world, healthy and strong, at 7 lbs 6 oz, while Bailey, weighing about 1 lb, came as my angel. I was able to hold her, wrapped in a tiny blanket that I still keep today as a precious memory of my lost daughter.
Bailey is not just a memory—she is a presence, a guardian angel, watching over her twin sister, Ava Lee, who is now 14. Ava is my gift, the light of my life, and I believe Bailey’s spirit is always with her, guiding her in this world.
Though losing Bailey is something I’ve carried with me, and the decision to get the amniocentesis still weighs heavily on me, I find comfort in the belief that Bailey's spirit lives on. I've always felt like there was a connection between the procedure and the subsequent loss of Bailey. The worst part was learning there were no negative findings in the test. The experience taught me important lessons about maternal health education and personal advocacy. That young mother in her early 20s relied heavily on the advice of her medical team for guidance, while the woman I am today would have done more research and asked more questions.
Though I couldn’t afford a private burial for Bailey, I am at peace knowing where she rests on Hart Island. Finding her plot feels like a long-awaited reunion, and I'm happy to share my story.
I'm so glad I found you. Rest in Peace, baby girl.
In 2010, my world was turned upside down when I found out I was expecting twins, two girls, Ava Lee and Bailey. The news was both shocking and overwhelming, but once it sank in, I embraced the journey with excitement and anticipation. Ava Lee was Baby A, and Bailey was Baby B, and their names fit perfectly in both my heart and my womb.
At around 22 weeks, following an abnormal blood test, I had an amniocentesis. I was so nervous and scared., but I got through it. A week later, during what was supposed to be a routine sonogram, my heart sank as I watched the technician search for what felt like an eternity, only to be told there was no longer a heartbeat for Baby B. For the rest of my pregnancy, I carried Bailey alongside her sister, Ava Lee. Those months were filled with fear and uncertainty, as I constantly worried about Ava's well-being.
At 36 weeks, I delivered via C-section. Ava Lee entered the world, healthy and strong, at 7 lbs 6 oz, while Bailey, weighing about 1 lb, came as my angel. I was able to hold her, wrapped in a tiny blanket that I still keep today as a precious memory of my lost daughter.
Bailey is not just a memory—she is a presence, a guardian angel, watching over her twin sister, Ava Lee, who is now 14. Ava is my gift, the light of my life, and I believe Bailey’s spirit is always with her, guiding her in this world.
Though losing Bailey is something I’ve carried with me, and the decision to get the amniocentesis still weighs heavily on me, I find comfort in the belief that Bailey's spirit lives on. I've always felt like there was a connection between the procedure and the subsequent loss of Bailey. The worst part was learning there were no negative findings in the test. The experience taught me important lessons about maternal health education and personal advocacy. That young mother in her early 20s relied heavily on the advice of her medical team for guidance, while the woman I am today would have done more research and asked more questions.
Though I couldn’t afford a private burial for Bailey, I am at peace knowing where she rests on Hart Island. Finding her plot feels like a long-awaited reunion, and I'm happy to share my story.
I'm so glad I found you. Rest in Peace, baby girl.
