by Melanie Pritchard
When I was pregnant with my first child I researched doctors and hospitals, knowing that not all hospitals and their doctors look upon unborn children as equally human and valuable as their mothers. I intentionally drove 25 minutes out of my way to see a pro-life OB/GYN and deliver at a hospital that I knew valued life at all stages.
Upon waking after nearly dying during childbirth, I saw how important that decision was in my life, and that of my child.
On July 28, 2010, I delivered my child in the maternity ward of one hospital, only to wake up days later in the ICU of another hospital across town, not knowing how I had even gotten there. Shocked, I sat and listened as my family told what had taken place during the past three days. I tried to recall them. But I had no memory. I drew a blank.
It was the day I died with my unborn daughter still inside of me.
The following is a story handed down to me from my husband and many others about my untimely death and miraculous survival.
