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POLITICS:

Barack H. Obama: THE OATH OF OFFICE

RICHARD DAWKINS:

WHO GIVES A CRAP WHEN YOU ARE OFFENDED!

MY LIFE

Below are some pictures of my deceased daughter:

I was on life support when the pictures were taken, that's why a white lady (the nurse) is holding Leighla. The short of the story behind these pictures, I was almost 8 months pregnant when i was involved in a car accident. I was in the car with a friend, they ran a red light and oncoming traffic hit EXACTLY where I was sitting. The weird thing about it, when I got into the car that morning with her, I tried to put on my seat belt, it wouldn't buckle. We were going right down the street, so I didn't make a big deal about it. There was someone else in the car with us; I was in the rear passenger seat. I was knocked to the other side of the car. All I can recall before blacking out was trying to hold onto my stomach. I woke up, honestly, years later; I can still smell the fumes from the car. I got out the car, I heard my mother calling my name. My mom worked at (and still does) a high school that was right down the street from the accident. I was told that a woman who witnessed the accident got my cell and called my mom. How? I don't know.

Anyhoo... After hearing my mom, I tried to get out the car and walk to her then I was told not to move, I had blood coming all down my legs. I didn't even remember I was pregnant, even with my stomach. I suffered a concussion. When I got in the ambulance (they were going to life flight me, but the other person in the car was unconscious), they had to put my arm back into socket, it was dislocated. I was so in shock, I didn't feel anything, at least I don't remember. I remember getting to UC Davis (in Sacramento) and having an ultrasound. They saw free floating fluid in my abdomen. The listened to my daughters' heartbeat.... 90 bpm.... 80bpm.... it went down to 70... it should have been around 120 (during gestation, we have faster heartbeats compared to post-gestation). I remember asking to see my mom; they said they were going to do what's called an exploratory lab to determine exactly what the fluid was and where it was coming from. I remember being literally raced down a LONG hallway and being told that today, possibly, I might have to deliver via C-Section (so much for the birthing plan I had and next week's prenatal appointment). When in the OR room, I remember something that seemed like a gas mask. I was told 'this' would help me breath... he started counting backwards from 10... After 7, I was out.

I woke up the next day; mom wasn't there, family, no one (I didn't know they had just left). I had tubes everywhere, all down my throat! I was trying to talk, of course I couldn't. I was given a note pad and a pencil. "Baby?" She, the nurse, said "I'm sorry", I knew what she meant, I blacked out again. I remember waking up some time after that with my mom standing at the foot of the bed. I reached for her. My body was so weak! She came towards me and was crying 'Brittney'. After 3 days, I was placed in the same unit as mothers who had babies, except I didn't have one. My daughter dies 23 minutes after birth. During the accident, her umbilical cord tore from the placenta. The free floating fluid... I lacerated (cut) my uterus, amniotic fluid got into abdomin. On Ligulas' death certificate, it reads that she died from Perinatal Asphyxia, suffocation. I don't know if it hurt more that she died or the manner in which she died.

After a week in the hospital, a morphine drip and hallucinations (I've never smoked weed, what the hell do you think morphine did to me, lol... I swear the nurse told me I could pull my catheter out)... THE PAIN CONTINUED! When I got home, I had terrible headaches. It got to the point where I couldn't see. I went to the hospital with my mom; they told her I was just depressed because I lost the baby. I was walking to the side, my balance was off. We were sent home. NOT EVEN AN HOUR LATER... I had just finished using the bathroom; my mom had peeked in and said she would be right back. I started throwing a fit. Still, my balance was off. I fell into the bathtub (having just had an emergency c-section), my mom tried to help. My mom had me in her arms, out of nowhere, I bit my mom... or at least that's what she thought. My mom went SMOOTH off on me. I started crying. I laid in the bed, my mom had come into my room again to tell me she was going to leave. I told her I didn't want to be alone. Went to the closet... and fell in... I had a seizure... it was the second one; the first was when I bit her. My mom told me that instead of calling 911, her first reaction was to call my aunt, who then told her to call 911. We were taking by ambulance to the hospital, where the seizures continued. Due to a blood clot in a vessel in my brain, I was hospitalized another week and placed on heparin, a blood thinner. My mom's blood clots easily as well, with all 3 pregnancies, she's had clots, all in her legs.

Sorry, I know this was longer than intended/expected, but I just thought you should have the info. If you so choose....

Leighla Daujonette October 15, 2003 7:21 am

 MY REALITY: Atheism

 AS a proud and devote atheist, I will not attemp to persuade people from their beliefs, I will merely post anything pertaining to atheism here:

Who is an Atheist?

An A-theist is not a theist. Atheists do not believe in gods, devils, angels, ghosts, or other imaginary creatures. Atheists accept reality. We want to live natural, religion-free lives. We respect science and learning, knowing that only human thought, effort and courage will bring individual freedom and cultural progress. We are responsible for our own actions, and often hold ourselves to a higher standard of morality than religious people who may promote hatred and violence and blame "The Devil" for what happens. Atheists patriotically promote our constitutional right of freedom from religion, and protest being taxed or otherwise forced to support religion. We invite others to join us in peacefully promoting our principles and protecting our rights.