37 Seconds: Dying Revealed Heaven's Help
By Stephanie Arnold and Sari Padorr
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Like Proof of Heaven and To Heaven and Back, a medical drama with heavenly implications in which a woman receives premonitions of her death that come true, and her discovery of the heavenly help available to all of us.
When she was pregnant with her second child, Stephanie Arnold had a sudden and overwhelming premonition that she would die during the delivery. Though she tried to tell the medical team and her family what was going to happen, neither the doctors nor her loved ones gave her warnings credence. Finding no physical indications that anything was wrong, they attributed her foreboding to hormones and anxiety.
One member of the medical team did take her concerns seriously enough, and made the fateful decision to order extra units of blood “just in case.” Then, during the delivery, Stephanie suffered a rare Amniotic Fluid Embolism. She went into cardiac arrest and flat-lined for 37 seconds. She died. Using the supplementary blood, the medical team revived her, and she remained unconscious for more than six days.
After months of recovery, Stephanie began to remember details of her experience, details she knew because she had witnessed the entire dramatic event, including her death, from outside her body—beside other spirits that were with her. In this remarkable true story, Stephanie recounts her harrowing journey and shares her surprising spiritual discoveries: we are not alone and have more loving help than we can imagine surrounding us.
Stephanie Arnold
Stephanie Arnold was a producer, creating and directing TV shows, music videos, and documentaries until she met the love of her life, from which point the only thing she wanted to produce was a family. During the birth of her second child, Stephanie suffered a rare and often fatal condition called an amniotic fluid embolism (AFE). Everything she does now is a direct result of her survival. Stephanie currently serves on the board of directors for the AFE Foundation, speaks on patient advocacy to organizations like the American Society of Anesthesiologists, and has raised money for Northwestern Memorial Hospital’s Prentice Women’s Hospital. Her experiences led her to be named one of Today’s Chicago Woman’s “100 Women of Inspiration.” Stephanie lives in Chicago with her husband Jonathan and is the loving mother of Adina, Jacob, and stepdaughter Valentina.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Throughout her second pregnancy, Stephanie Arnold had premonitions that she would experience an amniotic fluid embolism and die on the delivery table. Stephanie gave birth to a healthy child, Jacob, and died for 37 seconds. During her death Stephanie saw and talked to relatives in the spiritual world. This death experience changed her life and motivated her to reach out to others. "It is worth dying to find out what life is." T.S. Eliot
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37 Seconds - Stephanie Arnold
Dedication
To my children, Valentina, Adina, and Jacob.
Thank you for loving me with the purest, strongest, and
most sensitive of hearts. Everything I do, I do for you.
To the love of my life. I will never forget the pain
we endured or the strength it took to get to the other side.
I love you, sweetheart, in this lifetime and the next.
Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About the Authors
Acknowledgments
Copyright
About the Publisher
The first time is a charm: Jonathan and I during our first pregnancy together, which now strikes us as amazingly uneventful.
LORI ALLEN PHOTOGRAPHY
Prologue
I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU TO BE A FIGHTER. It was a pep talk just like the ones he had given me many times before.
I’ve always known you to survive," my Uncle Marvin said, trying to comfort me. I started to sob uncontrollably. And then I realized he was trying to distract me from turning around. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot down my throat and my stomach felt like it was being ripped open. I turned around and watched in horror as a scalpel dug deep into the sternum of someone on an operating table, slicing all the way down the center of the person’s stomach. When one of the doctors moved to the side, I saw that the someone was me.
Can I come out?
I gasped. I wanted out of hypnosis. I think I’m going to throw up.
I’m going to count . . . one, two, three, four, five. Take another deep breath, you’re coming back. It’s all okay,
Linda, my therapist, softly said. Tears were streaming down my face.
Did I just see what I thought I saw? Was I actually witnessing doctors trying to bring me back to life? I was in shock. For months people had been asking me what I could remember about the moment I died on the operating table, but I couldn’t remember a thing. Now, during a regression therapy session, I was watching and feeling every painful detail. Did it really happen that way? Was I looking through a window into the past? Or was this a recalled episode of Grey’s Anatomy left in my subconscious? I couldn’t get my head around it.
Eight months before, I died after giving birth to our son, Jacob. I flatlined for 37 seconds. What happened to me was medically unpredictable, but my doctors will tell you that I survived because I predicted it. I had experienced detailed premonitions for months beforehand that I would die the same day my son was born, and many—including my doctors—believe those visions saved my life.
A few months after Jacob’s birth—after I had recovered from not just childbirth but trauma and death—I realized I needed help processing the entire experience. The realization that I had seen my own death ahead of time was too much to handle on my own. My doctors couldn’t give me any direction, religious leaders were sure that G-d (which is how many of us in the Jewish community spell the term in order not to inadvertently take the name in vain) had played a hand in it, and my husband was happy that I was alive but, as a left-brain thinker, couldn’t even begin to fathom how I could have seen my own death. I needed more help than my doctors and rabbis could offer. So, I turned to regression therapy.
No one prepared me for the pain I was about to endure by going back into the past or for what I was about to see.
And if it was possible to go back into the past, then was it possible that I actually had a conversation with my uncle? After all, he had been dead for more than 20 years.
I would soon discover, as amazing as this is going to sound, that the details I saw by looking into the past were as accurate as my premonitions had been. These experiences ultimately opened up doors to a world I never knew existed and certainly never thought I would someday see. This is my story, as it happened to me and through the eyes of everyone else who witnessed it.
Chapter 1
SHE READS STAINS. Coffee stains at the bottom of a very strong cup of Turkish coffee. I hate coffee, but I guess my curiosity got the best of me, so when I was 19 years old I went to see this psychic and drink from the cup. I wanted to see what the future would bring. Was it a boatload of riches, a handsome man, or a job that made me a great success? I never expected to hear what she told me. She said I would die at an early age.
I know, right? They never tell you bad news, but there it was. No wealth. No man. No, I was going to die at an early age.
Of course, back then I passed off that prediction as maybe just a psychic’s ploy to get more money out of me by forcing me to ask how and when. I didn’t bite. Maybe I should have.
I started thinking about that reading as I was recovering from dying.
Twenty-two years after the coffee lady allegedly saw those fatal stains, I died at the age of 41 for 37 seconds. Did the psychic really see something back then, or was it just coincidence? I’ll never know. But I have come to believe that I can’t discount the possibility of being able to see into the future, because months before I was to give birth to our second child, I had visions that I was going to die. They were scary and detailed. At the time I couldn’t have told you why or how these visions happened, but they would ultimately save my life. In the aftermath, as I relived my death—only this time as an observer—I came to understand who had sent me those warnings.
It was May 30, 2013, one week shy of my scheduled C-section, and I woke up with a craving for a cigarette. I don’t smoke. Never have. But throughout my pregnancy, I had craved them constantly. It was weird. I certainly wasn’t going to pick up a smoke, but I had found myself purposely walking close to smokers just to get a whiff. Strange, I know.
I shook off the craving and headed to the kitchen to start the day. I was giving my daughter, Adina, breakfast, and I felt off. All of a sudden I felt a strange cramp, looked into my underwear, and saw blood. It wasn’t a few droplets but a full rush of blood that quickly soaked my nightgown and puddled at my feet. Adina stood there staring at me with fear in her eyes. The mommy in me went into high gear—as I tried to clean up. The only thing I could think to do was to keep smiling, be positive, and tell her she was going to meet her brother today. I didn’t want her to be scared, even if I was.
The truth is, I was terrified. I wasn’t in pain, just in shock. And from the look on my daughter’s face, she felt the same way. So I put a smile on my face and got excited, and she was distracted enough not to focus on the fact that I was, in her words, peeing red.
I calmly called Tessie to come upstairs. She was Adina’s night nurse when she was born. Tessie was also a close family friend, and she had told my husband that she wouldn’t leave me alone while he was out of town, given the pregnancy complications I was having. I am so grateful she was there that morning.
I knew I needed help right away, so I prepared to head to the hospital. As we got Adina strapped into the car, a million things were going through my mind.
I had to call my husband, Jonathan, who was in a meeting in New York. I could have walked to the hospital located directly behind our house in Chicago to get immediate medical attention, but I wanted to be with my doctors, who knew my medical history. So I knew I had to drive. Tessie went to get into the driver’s seat, but I snapped at her and told her to get out of the way. I knew she would be nervous and wouldn’t know where to go. Giving her directions and telling her to run yellow lights would only make her panic, so I told her to get into the backseat. I was still bleeding, but I figured I could get to the hospital in 15 minutes flat. I felt I had enough time. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the smartest move I’ve ever made, and yes, I know what could have happened. Still, I’d had many fears and premonitions leading up to that day, but dying in a car accident wasn’t one of them.
I started to pray. I remember my family rabbi teaching me at an early age that the Shema prayer means many things, but that its main purpose is to protect. Jews are supposed to say this prayer every morning and every evening so that its power will help to protect their souls. I desperately needed that now. And I was certain that if no one else could help me, my Jewish faith and G-d could. So I prayed.
I was in control and driving as calmly as I could. The blood was contained, for the moment, with a pad. I called my husband and told him he needed to get on a plane to Chicago because we were having our baby that day. I called my father to tell him I was on my way to the hospital, but I didn’t share my fears with my parents, as it would have done nothing but scare them. I had this sinking feeling that I was a ticking time bomb. For the sake of my daughter, I compartmentalized my fear and soldiered on.
In the short time it took that May day to rush to Prentice Women’s Hospital at Northwestern Medical Center in Chicago, I realized that this moment was the culmination of all my hopes and fears: my hope to expand my family with the man I so deeply loved, and my fear that I wouldn’t make it through the delivery. It was more than just a normal fear. I knew I was going to die.
For the first five months, my pregnancy had been physically perfect—the complete opposite of what I had experienced with our first child, Adina. This time there was no morning sickness, no acid reflux or leg cramps. Nothing.
I spent much of my second trimester getting our home in Chicago ready for sale so that we could move to New York. My husband, Jonathan, had accepted a position with the New York Attorney General’s Office as its chief economist. It was a dream job for him. He’d wanted to go into government service for as long as I’d known him. But it was a decision we didn’t take lightly, since we were planning to expand our family and let go of the roots we had planted in the Windy City. Flying between Chicago and New York was becoming a weekly ritual for us. I made sure to have obstetricians lined up in both cities, just to play it safe.
It was February 7, and I had just flown back to New York in time for the all-important 20-week ultrasound. This is the screening where they look at the spine and all of the organs and can see more clearly if there are any serious complications with the baby. I was thinking about my easy pregnancy when the radiologist poked his head in after the test and said, very bluntly, You have a complete placenta previa. I’ll be right back,
then rushed out of the room to take a call.
What? What!?! What does that mean? Is the baby in danger? Am I in danger? I turned to Jonathan and said, very determinedly, "I have a rare blood type, and I don’t know what a complete placenta previa is, but I have a bad feeling