Brandi Kay Tanner
(2002 - 2002)

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General Details

Name:	Miss Brandi Kay Tanner
Gender:	Female
Lived:	Friday, 4 October 2002 - Friday, 4 October 2002

My Story

In October 2002 Brandi Kay was taken from me way to soon. I never got to see her face or hear or laugh, or watch her run and play. I awoke that morning as any morning and began to ready myself for work. I felt a bit faint but grogginess for me in the mornings is the norm so I thought nothing of it and decided a shower would wake me up and get me going, but I couldnt make it through the shower. As I stumbled from the shower to my bed about to pass out and worrying because my 2 year old was running about the apartment I managed to call my husband at work to tell him he needed to get home immediately as I did not know what was wrong. There I lay across the bed still wet from the shower and wrapped in only my robe. I did not know this was going to be the beginning of a very long and sorrowful day. My husband returned from work and rushed me to the ER where finally they announced I was pregnant. I was elated and never thought the worse. Then after much more waiting and blood tests, ultrasounds, etc they returned to inform me it was a tubal pregnancy and I would have to have surgery. Ok I was still a bit young and though I had heard of tubal pregnancy I did not know how that worked or what would happen. I know they cant take the baby. It is too soon. Can they move her? Put her where she belongs so I can carry her? That didn't happen. After laying in an ER bed for the majority of the day my pain worsened and it got even harder for me to stay concious. Up into the evening they had to take me into emergency surgery and remove what was left of my ruptured tube as well as my homeless child. As gruesome as it seems all I see now is this small angel living in such a tight space and all of a sudden her poor world explodes around her and she is left drowning in her homelessness. This is an image I cant seem to get out of my head. How much did she feel? How much pain did it cause her? Why me? Why us? Why her? These are questions I may never know the answer to. But regardless, I still will always love her.