Annoying about Tet wanted to see her daughter before leaving discharge. She needed to say goodbye, to see her to fall. She was supposed to have died at birth in the morning, but when she opened the small drawer already at night, the baby moved, looked at her, and cried like a kitten.
The story of Luz Milagros oscillated between joy and horror and ended up being the story of the baby who died twice. It’s Tuesday, April 3, 2012 Almost midnight.
Analyze walks with difficulty through a corridor of the hospital. She’s just taken off her nightgown. Her gaze is disjointed on one side, her husband also walks, who holds her by one arm. On the other side, she is accompanied by her brother and sister in law. It’s a cool autumn night, and the silence of the four echoes between the cold tiles and high ceilings of this public hospital.
They’re going to the morgue because Analyze insists she wants to see her daughter say goodbye to her. The baby has been there for 12 hours. She was stillborn, it’s assumed, we are coming for Lucie of her own. They babbled at the door and a security guard passed them by. Afterward, the clerk opened the cooling Chamber, took out a small drawer, and rested it on a countertop.
Annalya took a breath, approached, and tried to open it with her hands, but she couldn’t. The lid was already nailed. Fabian Veron, her husband, couldn’t do it with his hands either, so they had to look for an iron improvise, a bar, and make a lever when it was already open. We took a few steps back, as if to give me intimacy. Analyze tells Info Bay ten years after the most terrible and implausible night of her life.
I wanted to say goodbye, but I was still afraid. I didn’t know what I was going to find, she recalls. She means that her daughter was born at six months Gestation, and her fear was that she would not be fully formed, and Alia slowly ran the lid, leaned around the counter, but saw nothing. Her daughter was covered with a white vegetable cloth. He removed the cloth.
Little by little, he started from the side until a tiny hand appeared. Afterwards, he took a breath again and began to uncover his face. And that’s where it all happened. She turned her head and looked at me. I’ll never forget.
Her eyes were shining. I remember that. The engine of the cooling Chamber started and there began to beat noise, and just at that moment a little wind came out like that of a kitten. I got scared, jumped back and looked at the others who were standing a few meters away. That’s when I realized that no one had heard anything.
I thought I was going crazy. And now he approached again, silently, trembling. And when I look at her again, she was waking up. What he did yell at the security guard, Ma’am, why is my baby moving. The woman jumped out of the chair, walked over, saw the baby move.
Despaired lifted her up, tried to hear her heartbeat and Alia at his side, fell to her knees to the ground. The final image is analyzed brother running wildly through the same corridor through which they had arrived at the morgue. Now, with the baby pressed against his chest, he said it was like carrying a little bottle of ice tight against his body, she recalls.
Lucie Abigail had been presumed dead at birth and had survived almost 12 hours in refrigeration Chamber of the morgue of the Perano Hospital in Resistencia Chaco, a public building with more than 100 years of history. She looked like a dark skinned baby, but she was purple.
She had a layer of Frost over her body. No one knows for sure if the Chamber worked properly, but the usual temperatures of these conservation Chambers is between negative one and negative two degrees. The rest is no longer the story of Lucia Abigail Veron, but that of Louis Malagros, a story that shocked Argentina and of which tomorrow marks ten years. Ten years in which there were anything but answers. Annalya had arrived at the hospital on March 30, 2012, referred by her obstetrician.
She’d been diagnosed with a pregnancy complication called a total occlusive placenta, which meant that the placenta was plugging the birth canal and it began to detach. She was in the six months of gestation, and it arrived with profuse bleeding. My health notebook said it clearly I had an indication for a cesarean section, she recalls, who, despite the years and the trauma, did not forget any detail. It was in the year 2012. Nobody used the word obstetric violence, but what counts fits comfortably in the situation.
They told me that I was very young and that I was not going to endure. From the moment they arrived, they took her like a dead baby and put a bracelet that said abortion. I didn’t understand anything because I felt her move all the time, she describes. Then they would come and touch me, which I would ask them not to do. And one of those touches caused the bag to rupture.
I felt that liquid was coming out, and I told them, but they didn’t believe me. They told me that it was me who was urinating, and Talia was 29 years old and had four children. She knew what it was like to break the bag. They did the ultrasounds and discussed in front of me what was happening, but they didn’t agree. One said that because of the rupture of the bag, you could see that the little foot came out.
The other said that it was not afoot. One day passed another. The holiday of April 2 passed, and on the morning of the third analyze began to vomit something green. The last thing I remember is that one of the doctors put the monitoring on me and Liz kept moving. They took me to the delivery room.
I had a cesarean section indication also because Lou came from the tail. One said to the other, Just leave her there. You have to let her expel alone, brought a flat and put it under me so that it would fall, let’s say, like a dead baby. It was ten and 20 in the morning. Then he says, in the present, they injected me with something and I fell asleep.
That is, I don’t see her. I don’t hear her. I don’t know if she cries nothing. And now you woke up at noon without knowing what had happened and that of obstetric violence. In this case, inhuman treatment continued to show their different faces.
One of the nurses came and said, who’s going to write down your baby? And I said, Dad’s out there. Not a minute later, another nurse came to me and said, Are you going to want to know the cause of death? And Alia was so paralyzed by the way she was learning of her daughter’s death that she didn’t say anything. She didn’t say If I want.
She didn’t say, I don’t want to. Then Fabian, her husband, came in to see her, who already knew but had not yet dared to go to the morgale own. My brother says he’s never going to forget my face on that bed. I had a lost look, like someone who says, crazy face. Behind that expression.
There was a mother who thought the unthinkable what was done in those cases awake. What was she going to do when the milk came down? How is she going to tell her children? How do you tell the death of a twelve year old child, a nine year old and eight year old, to a child of five? And now she assigned the voluntary discharge on the same day of birth.
She wanted to return home. I got dressed to leave. The only thing I wanted was to go see her before I wanted to go at all costs, he recalls. I was still in that limbo when death is still an announcement, that there’s still time for the absence to begin to weigh. I didn’t feel anything.
I was like going. I didn’t feel the pain of the death of a son, she explains. I knew he needed to see the fall, but also knew that it was the only chance to say goodbye. From Lucia to Luce Malagros, there were not many moments of silence. After Annalya’s aunt sent an email to a television channel and the news was installed in the media throughout the country, the press pivoted between horror and miracle, as did Annalya, who publicly denounced what had happened and at the same time smiled in front of the cameras for the inescapable joy of having her daughter alive.
By then the baby was already called Louis Malagros. Miracles, for obvious reasons, light for something that had happened during the last days of pregnancy and that enelyaa had Filled With Meaning, afterwards, One Morning, I Heard Dogs Barking, There Were Many Dogs, And They Barked All Around The House.
I Opened My Eyes, And I Was In The Darkness, And I Saw Light, It Was Weird, It Wasn’t A Bluff, There Was Nothing But The Light Was There, And Now You Believe That She Had Dreamed And Did Not Give It Importance, But Her Companions Of The Evangelical Church Told Her That It Was A Cherub, An Angel Whose Representation Is According To Religious Tradition,
That Of A Child With Wings, Louis Was Alive, But The Prognosis Was Not Good, 90% Of Her Brain Was Not Working, The Commotion Was So Great, So Great The Threat That They Were Going To Blow Up Heads From All Over The Hospital, That Everyone Was Trying To Cover Themselves, Imagine That At Twelve Days, She Had A Cardiac Arrest, And They Called Me To See How She Was Resuscitated, Lewis Arrived Home Five Months After Her Birth,
He Arrived There With An Oxygen Backpack And A Tracheostomy, There Was A Baby, But There Were No Tits Or Bottles, The Only Way To Feed Her Was Through A Gastric Button, They Had Microcephaly In A Pretty Clear Destiny, They Told US That More Than Two Years, I Was Not Going To Live,
But, Well, With Everything That Had Happened, I Didn’t Want To Resign, Said Italy A Month After Arriving Home, Fabian, Her Husband And Lou’s Dad, Left Andalia Traveled To Buenos Aires, Organized A Collection, Made Passports, But Did Not Travel.
