Roman Isaiah Rivera

Roman’s Story

“Heaven couldn’t wait for you, my sunshine”

Roman Isaiah Rivera, Trisomy 13, 1/14/14 – 1/14/14, Pasadena, CA

When I was 16 weeks pregnant, I had an amniocentesis done because the technician had seen multiple defects which led him to believe my son had a chromosomal disorder. Exactly a week later the results were in and I went to find them out. I was a nervous wreck. As soon as we walked in the doctor told me “I’m glad you brought support.” And immediately I began to cry. That is where my journey with my son who had Trisomy 13 began. I was urged by multiple doctors to terminate but I could not. That was my little boy in my stomach who had a heartbeat and was growing. I decided to leave it in god’s hands. I was going to carry him as long as I could and hoped to make it to birth. After many weeks of worrying, frequent doctor appointments, and echocardiograms, Roman Isaiah was going to make his way into the world. January 13th 2014 I was induced due to preeclampsia. After 30 hours of labor, it was time to push. I pushed for 1 hour, scared because his heart rate was dropping. But determined to see his angelic face. He came out silent and I started crying saying how sorry I was. Then they placed him on my chest and I felt a sudden calm, they checked for a heartbeat and it was faint but there. I sang to him the song I sang him everyday when I was pregnant “you are my sunshine” and his eyes started flickering as if he was trying to open them. I kissed him and told him how I loved him so much. I couldn’t even cry because I was so focused on him and how perfect he was.  He lived for 10 beautiful minutes, passing away on my chest. We held him and he received so much love from our loved ones. We got to spend about 10 hours with him. We took many photos, dressed him, and just soaked him all in. He was beyond perfect despite his abnormalities. His number of chromosomes didn’t change how I felt about him, not one bit. If I knew how it was all going to end when I was pregnant, I would of done it all over again. Fly high my little Roman Isaiah. Heaven couldn’t wait for you, my sunshine.

Yolanda Cordero
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