Stages of the Heart This is a sad day for me. I am remembering May 21, 1979 like it was yesterday. It was the day I lost my first baby. She was due August 28th, but because of a tear in the placenta, she was born on May 21st. I keep thinking if she had been born now, they probably could have saved her. She was born in a small, rural hospital in Texas. They didn't have a neo-natal unit at the time and there wasn't time to send me to a larger hospital. My labor and delivery lasted only about 4 hours, but to me, it seemed like an eternity. And, to top it off, I was only 16 years old. I did not know why this was happening and I just knew they would be able to stop the labor. They couldn't. My tiny baby girl was born with her heart beating, but they could not get her to breathe. They couldn't save her. Love couldn't save her. She was so tiny, weighing a little over a pound, but she was beautiful...