Samara Lynn Brewer

Please help support the grieving parents of Samara Brewer.

Born sleeping, April 1st 2023

Samara was named after her grandmother Samantha Brewer; grandmother (mother of Ethan Brewer) Samantha had sadly passed away due to breast cancer. I knew if anything had happened to Samara, Samantha would keep her safe and watch over her. Along with her uncles, aunts, and great grandparents who have also crossed over. The name Samara means “protected by God”, “My Guardian Angel”, with the recent events throughout my pregnancy I knew I had to pick a name that defined meaning to Samaras story. Her soul now lies in heaven; she is now my guardian and apart of me as her mother is in heaven with her.

During my 20 weeks of pregnancy, Samaras heartbeat stopped working a day after my last ultrasound on Friday March 31st, she was soon to be born on April 1st 2023. Usually many don’t find out that soon, but my motherly instincts had kicked in and I knew something wasn’t right.

A few weeks after my 12 week ultrasound, I was told that Samara had “cystic hygroma”.. This bringing my chances of miscarriage up to a 90%. Cystic hygroma is diagnosed in 1/6000 woman during their pregnancy, and is extremely rare to get.

As an 18 year old newly young adult, I was extremely worried for my babies health, I have certainly never heard of anything like this and didn’t know what to do. Usually after your first trimester, your chances of miscarriage are extremely slim. I couldn’t help but blame myself for the worlds cruel actions, but multiple professionals have had to explain to me that there was nothing I could’ve changed or had done to prevent these cruel circumstances, and there was nothing wrong with my body or the way I have carried my baby. This was just “bad luck”, words of my specialist.

During this tragic time throughout my pregnancy, I was scheduled to have an appointment with a specialist every week (sometimes even twice a week), every appointment I would attend there was something new to learn.

The Cystic Hygroma began to start growing rapidly, more fast than what the doctors have expected. This turning into what they call “Hydrops”. Eventually learning that my baby girl was getting more sick and there was no possible way I could do to help.

The Hygroma/Hydrops eventually have caused my baby to suffer from what they call “Turners syndrome” AKA (Monosomy X) in my case, it was risking my own health and life. The cyst had spread to her lungs, but she kept fighting with a beating heart. Multiple doctors and opinions wanted me to get an abortion, but around 17 weeks I refused. Not only was she already developed, I already loved her and I couldn’t do that to myself or her, especially being half way throughout my pregnancy. Now leading to 20 weeks, seeing her little heartbeat move the day before I rushed into ER. Sadly my baby girl passed the same day I came into the hospital. Her story ended with a goodbye baptism; while she was already in heaven, we gave Samara her wings.

We are trying to raise money to be able to say goodbye to our baby girl, not only do we the parents deserve a goodbye, we were only allowed 24 hours with her and our families are grieving during this time as well. With funeral funds, hospital bills, and so on, being so young, we need a little bit of help from our peers. Anything will help, please help Turner’s syndrome awareness as well.

Mothers note:

You’re never prepared for a miscarriage, you’re never prepared to be rushed into labor, you’re never ready to be in a room worried about your own life as well during something so traumatic. Nobody ever talks about how that affects somebody. There’s a part of me that I will never get back, there are months that I spent preparing for a whole new life (myself for the better as well). I keep asking how this could ever happen to her, why me? I would never wish this pain on anybody, and for who haven’t experienced something like this, you will never truly understand the grief and pain this can cause. Nothing broke me more than watching my baby be taken by a nurse in front of me and I will never be able to see her face again. I carried her for months, I changed my diet, went to all the appointments, took everything I needed to; she could hear me! She could feel my feelings! Wether she was raised by me or not, I held her inside me way before I could ever hold her in my arms, I took care of her as long as I could be able to. Now I am in recovery but without my baby, I wasn’t prepared for anything, I deserved a baby shower, I deserved to watch her grow and teach her right from wrong. No matter what age you are, this will affect you the same, this is something nobody would be able to emotionally handle. She’s keeping me strong.