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Mother Demands Answers After Baby Dies Minutes After Birth

NASSAU, BAHAMAS – A mother is demanding answers seven months after her newborn daughter died just 12 minutes after birth. Twenty-eight-year-old Lakeisha Fowler believes warning signs were missed during her pregnancy, and now she wants to know if her daughter’s death could have been prevented.

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NASSAU , BAHAMAS – A mother is demanding answers seven months after her newborn daughter died just 12 minutes after birth.

Twenty-eight-year-old Lakeisha Fowler believes warning signs were missed during her pregnancy, and now she wants to know if her daughter’s death could have been prevented.

Twelve minutes.

That’s all the time 28-year-old Lakeisha Fowler had with her newborn daughter, Blessing.

She was born on March 5 at 6:16 in the evening. By 6:28 p.m., she was gone.

And seven months later, this grieving mother says she can still feel the weight of her baby in her arms.

Lakeisha Fowler – Mother Of Deceased Newborn, Blessing

“She asked me if I wanted her, and I said, ‘Yes, bring her.’ And I could’ve feel… Like, she still was warm. I could’ve feel the weight of her. Even now, I explaining this to y’all, I still could feel her.”

But what makes this loss even more painful for Fowler is the belief that she should have known something was wrong long before her daughter was born.

She says she began attending the Fleming Street Clinic in September of last year and never missed a prenatal appointment, showing me all of her visit records.

She says doctors checked her vital signs, monitored her baby’s heartbeat and reassured her that everything was fine.

But that all changed on February 19.

During an ultrasound, she noticed a radiologist become visibly concerned.

After demanding an explanation, she says she learned her unborn daughter had fluid in her lungs, a narrow rib cage and underdeveloped limbs.

Lakeisha Fowler – Mother Of Deceased Newborn, Blessing

“Y’all had my notes. Y’all, I did my ultrasounds. Every time y’all write ’em up for me, I did it. But y’all failed to let me know what was going on. And then y’all sitting down looking at me and laughing up in my face. That ain’t cool.”

Fowler says she was sent to Princess Margaret Hospital, where doctors began treatment to help her baby’s lungs develop.

She claims she was told those complications could have been identified much earlier, possibly giving her daughter a better chance.

Instead, just weeks later, she was preparing for a funeral rather than bringing her baby home.

And the loss has taken a heavy toll.

She says she’s been struggling with anxiety, depression and the fear of getting pregnant again.

Her two other daughters, ages five and nine, are also still coming to terms with losing their baby sister.

Lakeisha Fowler – Mother Of Deceased Newborn, Blessing

“Hearing my daughter saying, ‘Oh, Mommy, when you giving us another sibling?’ What you mean, when I giving you another sibling? You… Like, how y’all think this is work? I still trying to heal and I can’t heal. Every time I try to catch myself, it’s like I getting sucked and pulled right back into that same pit.”

And now, seven months later, Fowler says she’s tired of wondering what went wrong.

She recently returned to the Fleming Street Clinic to confront the doctors who cared for her during her pregnancy.

She claims they apologized, but never explained why she wasn’t told about her baby’s condition.

She hasn’t yet filed a formal complaint, but says she wants accountability.

And while she knows nothing can bring Blessing back, she says this fight isn’t about money.

Lakeisha Fowler – Mother Of Deceased Newborn, Blessing

“Ain’t nothing too big my God can’t do. Even if I could afford a lawyer or I can’t afford a lawyer, I know I can get justice for my baby. It don’t even have nothing to do with money. I just want answers and justice for my baby.”

And for this mother, the questions remain.

Could more have been done? Should she have been told sooner?

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