This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Noah Montemayor who was born in South Carolina on January 05, 2007 and passed away on January 05, 2007 . We will remember him forever. 

Thank you for visiting our baby's website.  Please take the time to light a candle for our baby NOAH, or feel free to share your tributes or condolences.

This is how Noah's story begins...

For about 3 years we had been trying to get pregnant, so this baby boy was someone not only Mark and I were looking forward to meeting but everyone on both sides of our families.  My parents were going to have their very first grandchild, and Mark's parents were eager for their 4th grandson (there are already 6 granddaughters).  
Noah, our son, was going to be someone very special to all of us.  We just have so much love for this child.  Now that our little Noah is an angel, where ever he is, I hope he knows how much love we all have for him.  This love will never stop, and we will never stop remembering him.

Mom's Story
I didn't find out I was pregnant untill I was about 5 wks along.  Boy, when I did the test, I was shocked!  I tried to hold my enthusiasim, because I miscarried back in 2004 at about 6-7 wks.  I immediately called Mark and told him the news- he was surprised, and I could tell he was excited.  I had an ultrasound the following week to make sure my "little guy" was in the right spot in my uterus.  Sure enough, he was fine, a perfect little 'sac' with the yolk, as they called it.   I then had another ultrasound done this time I was almost 8 weeks, and we got to see the heart beating strongly.  We were really starting to get excited, esp. because we got past the first 7 wks and no problems yet, not bleeding or cramping.  
At my 12 week check, both Mark and I were breathing a little easier.  The theory that  you get past your 12th week, everything should be fine and that it is supposedly 'rare' for something to happen after this point, really allowed Mark and I to let ourselves be both happy and enthusiastic about finally having our baby.    

As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I always had that feeling that I was carrying a boy.  I always reffered to him as my "little guy" or my little "peanut".  The joke with my friends was if I was pregnant with a girl, she would come out mad at me cause I kept call her a 'him' and 'little guy'.  I endured night after night of morning sickness.  It always started after 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  It would start with 3-4 hours of nausea, and by night fall or right before going to bed I would vomit almost every other day.  I didnt care, to me that meant everything was going good.  It was a sign he was still there and telling me he didnt like certain foods.  I must say, I felt so good being pregnant.  It was the best time of my life.  I felt like this is what life is all about.  Mark and I were the happiest we had ever been; this is what completes us we would say.  
At 18 weeks we had to get a level II ultrasound.  I had an abnormal AFP test.  I was going to be 35 when Noah was due.  After genetic counseling and interpretation of all the labwork that was done, it came down to the fact that I had a 1 % chance of a Downs Syndrome baby.  So we opted for the ultrasound.  There were no signs in the ultrasound of Downs.  Then the doctor said that the ultrasound is not 100%, and that an amnio would be more definitive.  That was NOT an option for either of us because there is also a half to 1 % chance of loosing your baby by having this done...needless to say, we didn't do the amnio.  On Christmas day, I had a horrible stomach virus.  Mark and I spent our Christmas in the ER.  I couldnt eat or drink anything.  I had non stop diarrhea and vomiting that ENTIRE day (my symptoms continued for the next 4-5days-not as bad as the first day, though).  They did an ultrasound at the ER, my baby was fine.  He had a strong heart beat 150 bpm and confirmed he was 21 wks and some days old.  Little did I know, that was that last time I would see him move around or even hear his little heart beating.  We were sent home.  The next day I had to follow up with my OB, she was off, another OB saw me, they did the doppler, and he still had his strong heart beat and was moving around.

New Years Eve came.  I was fine.  At least I thought I was.  I remember feeling the little flutters, I even had Mark place his hand on my belly, he thinks he felt the movement, but wasnt sure.  Then the next day came, I remember complaining to Mark that I just couldnt feel him moving around.  Two days went by, still no movement.  People I would talk to told me that even as early as I was, it wouldnt be unusual to not feel the baby moving around.  So day 3 of this I returned to work...


I was between 21 to 22 weeks of pregnancy, I sensed something was wrong.  I couldn't feel him 'fluttering around' in my belly.  It was New Years Day.  I returned to work 2 days later, still sensing something wasn't right.  An ultrasound done at an office across from my work did the ultrasound for me as a favor.  The tech looked over at Dr. Thompson and said "there's nothing there".  I really feel like I may have been in shock.  I feel like everything that happend after that was a 'blur'.  Who in the world would think that anything could have gone wrong?  I did everything that I was supposed to be doing.  What happend?  Then, I do remember my managers, hugging me while I was waiting for Mark downstairs to pick me up.
We drove straight over to my OB GYN's office.  Where another ultrasound was done, this time confirming what I already knew. (again, i still think i was in a bit of shock/disbelief).  I was admitted to the hospital same day and started getting labor inducing meds administered for 2 days.  I finally delivered Noah at 3:32 a.m. on friday January 5, 2007.  I held Noah as soon as I delivered him.  He looks just like his dad.  He looked fine, normal, just so small and looked at peace.  No breathing, just still.  I looked down and just felt love for him.  I remember looking over at my  husband and saying, "he looks like a Noah, that is his name".  He was 9 1/2 inches long and right under 1 pound.   He looked perfectly healthy.  There was nothing seen that looked abnormal.  He was absolutely beautiful.  He looked just like his daddy.
    Sometimes we just can't understand why things happen the way they do, we just have to accept what God has chosen.

Although this is the hardest thing Mark and I have every had to go through, we have faith that Noah is in a better place.  My love for Mark has grown so much stronger.  He is my rock.  My faith in God has never been this strong either.  Baby Noah, we miss you, and even though we never had the chance to see your eyes open or even hear you cry, you will always be our baby and we will love you for always.


 
We wondered who you would look like
Maybe mom or dad
We wondered what your future held,
A future you never had.
We never looked into your beautiful eyes
Or even heard your little cries.
Why you are no longer with us
We will never understand,
We know we will recognize you 
In God's heavenly land.
We know when we will be with you,
OUR HEARTS WILL BE WHOLE AGAIN !