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Post by mommysangelblaine on Feb 21, 2006 0:58:48 GMT -5
Hi, I'm new to the group and I was enjoying reading the posts about everyone's angels. I miss my angel Blaine - yesterday would have been her 9th birthday, today marked 6 months since her death... so needless to say this week hasn't been the best one. I just decided to look around, happened on your board, and I would like to tell Blaine's story. After a seemingly awesome pregnancy with no reason to believe anything was wrong...at 8 months pregnant I was involved in an auto accident which sent me into premature labor. At the hospital, my labor was stopped and I was sent home. Following the accident, things just didn't seem right... the baby wasn't moving as it had been just a few days before the accident, and the heart rate was irregular. At my next scheduled appointment with the OB/GYN, during a pelvic exam thought the baby might be breach because he couldn't feel the soft spot on top of it's head. I went for 3 ultrasounds, and the only conclusion they would give us was that everything checked out okay, with the exception of the measurement of the baby's head... it seemed really, really small. Within a couple of days, I gave birth to Blaine - 6 pounds, 4.8 ounces; 19 inches long... APGAR scores were 9 & 10, but her skull was fused together at 25 centimeters around... VERY SMALL. Because of the fusion, the doctors told us that she probably wouldn't leave the hospital following her birth. After we got her back after the assessment (about 8 hours later)... I called our church and asked them to pray for her right then (it was Wednesday night service). Within just a few minutes, we could feel the prayers as they were being lifted as the Spirit of the Lord filled the hospital room. We knew that she was in the best of hands - GOD'S HANDS. To make a just over 8 year story short... Blaine faced many obstacles in life... seizures that made her hair fall out; failure to thrive resulted in a g-tube placement for feedings; cerebral palsy; confined to a wheelchair; and totally reliant on others for her complete care. She never uttered a word, but she spoke volumes. The smile never left her face, and she rarely cried (other than if she were hungry or uncomfortable). In August 2005, she got sick on Monday, went to the doctor that afternoon, admitted to the hospital that night into the PICU unit, collapsed lung on Tuesday, placed on a ventilator Tuesday night, pneumonia on Wednesday, double pneumonia on Thursday, moved to an oscillator on Friday, kidney failure soon followed that day... then on Saturday at 4:12 in the afternoon she went peacefully to be with her Lord Jesus. Not once during the ordeal did she cry or indicate that she was in any pain...She was buried on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 in New Market, Alabama. You can see pictures and read the less condensed version of Blaine's story at her website, hometown.aol.com/heartstrings2.
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Post by heidiforever on Feb 24, 2006 16:11:30 GMT -5
I am so sorry for your loss, what a beautiful life you got to be a part of! I can't get the link to work for me.
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Post by masemansm0mmy on Mar 4, 2006 21:48:33 GMT -5
My son Mason Kieler Darnell was 2 yrs old when he was dx with Wilms Tumor in May 2002. We did several, several surgeries and he did treatment as well. Mason relapsed 2 more times and had to take part in a stem cell transplant. He didnt make it out of the transplant for he got an overwhelming pseudomanas infection in his bloodstream and it took his life. Mason was 4 1/2 yrs old when he passed away, May 3, 2004. Our lives are forever changed for he was always so upbeat and never let it show how badly he was sick. Mase was so wise, like a little man. He fought with all his might and we are so proud of him and feel totally grateful & blessed to have had the honor of being his parents, sister, & grandparents. He is Loved and Missed so very much---we wait the day to be with him again one day. Heavenly hugs & Angel kisses to our sweet Mase-man!! www.caringbridge.org/ky/mason_d. (there is a period after the d)
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Post by angelalexkisses on Mar 6, 2006 23:02:30 GMT -5
My son alex was born on dec. 19th 2002. He weighed 7lbs. 6 oz and was 21 in. long. He was very healthy. He was also very colicy for about 2 months.. also ways crying. My husband at the time and me would hold him in shift just rocking him till he would go to sleep. Sometimes it would take hours!! But of course we loved him no less and he soon grew into a happy baby boy the never stopped laughing. He had a smile brighter then the sun! Alex was always very independant, He liked to play alone even though he has an older brother Nicholas who is 18 months older then him. He loved looking at books all the time he would sit down and just flip threw books. By the time he was two he was so full of energy he always kept me on my toes. I think all his energy came from all the food he ate!! Almost every night he would vlear his own plate and then finish off his older brothers food! Crazy I know. I can still hear him bouncing himself to sleep in his room and singin to himself. Alex was the happiest toddler ever! Then June 3rd 2005 came around, it was a friday. Alex and his brother were at there dads house. I got a phone call around 8:30 that night from the boys dad. I answered the phone and Thomas ( thier dad) screamed out my name.. "ZANA!!" He said. Alex got outside, The police just found him in a pond and you need to meet us at the hospital. My whole world came crashing down around me at that time, my heart sank. I had no I dea at that time what happened or how serious it was. I was in complete shock the whole way there. I got to the hospital and they put me in " the room" the room with nothing but a phone, chairs, and kleenex. I at that time knew it was bad. Then came in the chaplin, telling me the best doctors were working on my son. But she gave me little information as to what had happened. About that time Thomas got there and the doctor came in. She had asked Tom what happened, he then explained that alex had got outside when he was in his room with nicholas. He said that he had called the police shortly after realizing he was missing. She then said that Alex had been in the water for a very long time and needed to know how long he had been gone. Thomas said he could have been gone for 15 mins. before the police were called and that they had looked for him for about an hour! At that time I got so upset because no one had even called me till they found him. The doctors worked on him for about an hour and a half but he had been in the water for so long there was nothing they could do. He was so cold. I held my babay for a very long time still in shock as to what has happened. It was so very surreal. Im glad now that I had that time with him. Still to this day I have no more answers as to how my baby ended up in a pond two block from his house without anyone seeing him on a friday night. I miss him so much everyday, and think of him always. His death touched so manys peoples lives and he will be forever loved and dearly missed. We love you alex!!
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Post by melody on Mar 7, 2006 0:26:24 GMT -5
It is such a sad welcome to you all, Blain's Mason and Alex's mommies. I am so sorry you are here. I pray this site will help you through these days of sorrow and grieving. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.
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Post by lincolnsmom on Mar 15, 2006 0:53:24 GMT -5
My name is Lisa and I am 42 years old. I was really surprised to find out I was pregnant last May. My husband was in shock, too, since he was about to retire from the Army and move us back home. We were ready to settle down and get ready to send our 17 year old daughter to college soon. We moved in June and stayed with family while we house hunted and looked for jobs. Finally, we were moved into our new house in November. Our baby boy was born by c section on Jan 4th. All my kids were big babies and Lincoln was too. He weighed 11lbs and 12oz. He was way too quiet after he was born and they put him on a respirator right away. He had aspirated meconium some time in the week before he was born and suffered severe oxygen deprivation. They put him on a helicopter and flew him to a hospital with a better nicu. My husband went with him. I had to stay in the hospital until 6th and then I finally got to go see him. It was so scary to see his little chest jumping up and down on the ventilator and all the tubes coming out of his body. There was an eeg done and it showed he had signifigant brain damage. His lungs were damaged, too. It wasn't long before the nurses started talking about making decisions about ending life support and we knew he wasn't going to be with us for long. We talked to our son and daughter, 17 and 15 and decided we wanted to take him off the machines so we could hold him and love him beore he died. It is so hard to hold your baby as he dies, knowing that is the only time you will get. I sang to him and told him it was ok if he was too tired to stay with us. I never got to see his eyes or hear him cry. I know it was the right thing to do, but it almost killed me, too. I think I left my broken heart in that hospital that nite, 9 weeks ago. Now it feels like my family is dissintigrating around me. My husband tries to act like everything is fine, (so my son does too) then gets mad and snarls at everyone. He won't talk about this and is pushing us away. I want to wake up from this horrible dream.
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Post by heidiforever on Mar 15, 2006 13:10:12 GMT -5
Hi Lisa, I am so sorry for the loss of your son. I am glad you found us here, I hope we can be of some help. I am sorry your husband is having such a hard time, though it is something familiar to many of us here. We all grieve differently. It's not fun. Please come and talk to us when you feel the need, to vent or have happy memories, no matter how few or many there are, it's OK to have them!
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Post by kellansmommy04 on Mar 29, 2006 15:13:53 GMT -5
I just wanted to tell you all I'm so sorry for your losses! My son was born dead at 37 weeks. I have read all your stories and cannot stop the tears! I wish none of us had to be here, but I'm so glad to have freinds who know what losing a babie/child is like. H***! I don't usually post here, but I have gotten to know Heidi and Michelle, and I feel this is one more connection to them! Thanks for sharing! Nikki
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Post by heidiforever on Mar 29, 2006 16:31:26 GMT -5
Awww Nikki! ((((((((((hug)))))))))))
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Post by blondielpn80 on Mar 30, 2006 1:23:36 GMT -5
My son, unlike all but 2 of the posts here did not die of a medical condition. My son was a victim of abuse that I believe now was overlooked by his father because he didn't think that his girlfriend would ever actually hurt Dakota badly let alone kill him. Dakota was born September 3, 2003. He loved music and to dance. His favorite music was country (especially Johnny Cash) and rock. He had a love for Vegi Tales (especially Silly Songs), Wiggles, and Backyardigans. He had brown hair and eyes that were getting dark like his daddies from the previous bright blue. He loved people and would say "Hello and Bye Bye" when entering or leaving anywhere to anyone. (Yes even the checkers at Wal- Mart) He could put a smile on almost anyones face and it was near impossible with his infectious laugh and beautiful personality to get down an aisle of Wal-Mart without having to talk to someone. He loved food and it showed. He loved Fig Newtons and at daycare would break them in half and give one half to another child and keep the other half for himself by piling them up beside him. To this day his daycare can't keep Fig Newtons on hand. He was very polite and one phrase he knew well was "Thank You" which he said to anyone giving anything to anyone. He had a rule that noone cried alone in his presence and he was very sensitive to peoples feelings. On March 14, 2005 I got a call from his Dad who had him every other week in our agreement that his girlfriend Jessica had called him and told him Dakota had hit his head on a coffee table and that she was bringing him to pick up Dustin and go to the hospital. I went to Children's Mercy in Kansas City MO where he was Life Flighted to from Overland Park Regional and stayed the night with him. Noone but Dustin could have stayed with me in the PICU and he didn't, he went home. I was questioned by a detective and early in the morning found out he had sustained injuries that were too severe for him to live. I went out the the waiting room and cried on some guys shoulder that I didn't know. We had several people at the hospital the next day praying but found out that he was brain dead the evening. I didn't know before I left but they also wouldn't allow organ donation because of the nature of his injuries. His injuries, consistent with that of being dropped from a 3 story building were caused at the hands of Jessica. I realize a lot now that should have been red flags but I really thought that she loved him. Anyway, I will type more later....She plea bargained for 12 years but is attempting on June 6th to present "new evidence" to withdrawl that plea.
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Post by heidiforever on Mar 30, 2006 7:08:59 GMT -5
Oh my word, (((((((((((Alicia)))))))))). I am so sorry for all that you have endured. Yes, please come back and share your story with us! ((((((((hug))))))))
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tim
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Jenae Jasmine Gallegos
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Post by tim on Apr 8, 2006 1:38:57 GMT -5
I'll keep this short and simple; not like my last post. My story can be found at: jenae.gallegos.home.att.netClick on the link Jenae's Story.
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Post by heidiforever on Apr 8, 2006 19:51:00 GMT -5
Tim, I am so sorry for your loss, Jenae's story was beautiful, sad, scary...all of the above. (((((((((((hugs))))))))))))) Thank you for sharing.
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brie2222
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An angel only lent
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Post by brie2222 on Apr 10, 2006 21:49:03 GMT -5
The night before my husband was teasing me weather we were having 1 baby or 2. We were not meant to have any as I had been told we could not have anymore. I was so sick for 2 weeks but we just put it down to my Diabetes playing up again. Sure enough there was a baby on the way. My husband and I were so delighted even though we had been told that it would not last. Every visit to the hospital they were surprised to see me still "in tact" as they called it. My husband was so scared. He had lived through h*ll and back with me and my Diabetes for 2 years prior (hence why we were not meant to have any more children). The amount of visits to the hospital had scared him beyond belief so every scan was scary, every doctor's report was scary, he had to take sick leave from his job to look after our other 2 children for the weeks I was in hospital. I remember my 12 year old son freaking out thinking I was going to die because the only time I went to hospital previously was because of the Diabetes and normally that was not a good time, so it took him a bit longer to accept that we (me and the baby) were going to be fine. 7 months down the track, and 7 weeks in hospital, Quin was born by Cesarean. 9lbs 14oz of beautiful healthy baby. He was the first of our children to have blond hair and big blue eyes like his daddy. We were so proud. All the weeks I had spent in hospital were so worth it. My mother in law had been diagnosed with Cancer when I was 1 month pregnant so all she wanted was to see her little grandchild born. She made it, all her prayers had been answered. She surprised us all and when she was there for Quin's christening, then Christmas, then his first birthday, then the shock happened 24 days after his birthday. We were in town for our eldest son's rugby like always on Saturday. It was raining so we took Quin and our 2 year old to their aunties house. Aunt wanted the boys to say the night so we left for our trip home which takes an hour. We got home to the phone ringing. I was told that Quin was sick and the ambulance was there. Thats all I heard as I rushed out the door yelling at my husband. The trip back to town was the longest in my life. I remember praying and begging god not to take our little angel. I kept thinking that he was fine when I left him. He had a bottle and a banana just like normal. I rang to see how he was when we got close enough for mobile reception, what a mistake. I was told on the phone that Quin had passed away. All I can remember is the sound of my own screaming all the way to the house. We arrived to see police cars, the ambulance and the Hurst. I'll never forget his little fat face wrapped up in his fluffy blue blanket. His lips were blue. The nightmare was real, our son was gone and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. To think I was not there when he died. I will never forgive myself for leaving him that day. When I left him earlier he was laughing and eating just like every other day. My mum and dad arrived with our 12 year old son. They had not told him so my husband had the heartbreaking time of telling him that Quin had died. The devastation was h*ll. I remember my dad falling to his knees holding his grandson, it seems to be one of the moments I remember as I do not remember alot of what happened after that, shock I suppose. I went with Quin to the hospital and stayed the night with him in the Chapel. It was a terrible experience as we had the police there warning us that we would be arrested if we tried to take Quin from the hospital as there was no cause of death at that stage. The next day was his autopsy. I remember asking the pathologist what was wrong with Quin and he told me he was not certain at this stage so I still didn't know why Quin had died. We got to the funeral home and the man came out and looked at Quin and said to me "you would not think he had died of Meningitis". Shock horror I wanted to die. What a way to find out how your son had died. We took Quin home after that for 3 days. The h*ll started again. I was so paranoid about the Meningitis I told my husband to take our other 2 boys in for testing. Our 2 year old was rushed to hospital where he spent the night under observation due to a temperature. They came home the following day with the news our house was under quarantine and everyone here had to have medication just in-case. Well there was about 100 people that had been through our house that day so it was quiet the panic. After major freaking out and lots of phone calls the following day our house was cleared as they had found the strain of Meningitis that had taken Quin. It is a rare case of Meningitis A. There was no warning, no symptoms, no nothing to indicate he was unwell and as all mothers know when your baby is running a temperature or off his food you generally take precautions. I wish I had some symptoms I kept thinking but apparently it would have made no difference. There is no treatment or preventions available for this disease. I have always been grateful for the fact that Quin was asleep when his little body shut down so he had no pain, no illness he just went to sleep. Our darling angel only lent by god. Thats what I put it down to. Quin is too good for this world. The hardest part is waiting until I get to see him again. Life seems like a long time, but really its not. His unvealing is coming up in June. Its the best and the worst month. He was born 1 June 2004 and left us on the 25 June 2005.
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Post by danielle on Apr 11, 2006 12:29:44 GMT -5
cathy, You are so right, Life seems so long. I hope I don't live to be 100. Just enough to see my chidren grow perhaps see grandchildren. I just have no desire to be here moer than needed.
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