My wife and I had a very difficult time getting pregnant.

Luckily for us, the issue was with me, therefore, my wife could get pregnant. We went through four-failed IUI and a failed IVF before our doctor recommended us putting our names on a list for possible donated embryo.

We waited our turn for the next and possibly last hope at becoming pregnant. Luckily in March of 2016, my beautiful wife Denise got the news she had been waiting for. Denise was finally pregnant and we couldn't have been happier.

Very soon after that we got more wonderful news that not only would we be having one baby put two, twins! Even better, soon we found out we were going to have boy/girl twins. Denise and I were so overwhelmed that our long journey was going to be rewarded. We had just moved into our new house and bought our new car that we would need for the little ones.

Because of Denise's age of 39, we sat through multiple meetings about this being a "high-risk" pregnancy. We understood the dilemma but both agreed to proceed. Unfortunately because of my work schedule, I wasn't able to be at the OBGYN appointments but was able to meet her immediately after for the perinatal appointments.

Sadly, more than half the time Denise got out of the car crying because of the treatment from the OBGYN doctors that she was receiving.

After all that Denise and I had been through, in my heart, I knew that this was just another stepping-stone toward the life I felt we deserved and were extremely ready for.

Denise became increasing scared and at least once told me she didn't think she could go the last two weeks. The doctors had set her schedule C-section halfway through her 38th week. By the 35th week she broke out in a full body rash, which we were told was called PUPPS.

Denise wasn't sleeping very well and the rash made sleeping much more limited. When Denise was at 36-weeks, she told two different doctors that she didn't think she could go the last two weeks and both doctors acted like she would be fine.

Sadly they were wrong, and Denise died at home with a brain hemorrhage due to complications of hypertension. The medial examiners report noted that the finding were suggestive of preeclampsia, however, clinical testing was not possible due to no liver functioning when she passed. Although all the medical information said she was fine, she died 4 days after her last appointment. To say that I was in shock would be an extreme understatement.

I was told from the EMS medical professions that not only did Denise die at our house but so too did our babies.

Unfortunately in times like these the medical community goes into risk-management for their own business rather than risk-management toward my fight against suicide. I was able to ask a former neighbor who was a nurse to help me understand the medical information as I teach elementary special education.

She was able to get me in touch with her friend who was also an OGBYN who sat with me one night and talked me through all the data from the OBGYN's tests and the medical examiners report. She informed me that not only did Denise die of Preeclampsia she also died of HELLP based on all the data. Denise and those babies passing, altered every aspect of my life. It's a true shame that Denise never got the thing she wanted most in this world; the chance to hold and read to those babies. 

Levi Moore 
Widow of Denise Halsey Moore