On Christmas Eve 1997, I gave birth to a perfect, healthy & beautiful baby boy. I looked forward to all of the time I would get to spend with him. Little did I know how short that time would be. Isaiah was a happy baby who's giggle & smile could make my day. He was a demanding baby. He was colicky & hated to be put down. He wanted someone to hold him constantly. Sometimes this was hard, but we couldn't have loved him more. He was a good sleeper. He started sleeping through the night at around 5 weeks old. I still woke up at night to check on him because I was so afraid of SIDS. I never thought that this could happen to me. But it did. On May 29th 1998, Isaiah died. Corey (Isaiah's father) laid him down at 2:00 pm for a nap. Isaiah was on our waterbed. At 2:45 pm Corey went to wake Isaiah so we could go sign a lease for a bigger apartment. It was then that I heard Corey screaming for me to call 911 & DO NOT COME IN HERE!!!! I had to go in there I had to see what was wrong with my baby! I called 911 & dropped the phone on the floor. I ran to my son & picked him up off the bed & proceeded to do CPR. My attempts failed. The paramedics were there within seconds & had to pry him from my arms. I knew he was gone. Still I sat on the floor of my living room and said the Hail Mary over and over until I couldn't get any more words out. The paramedics were still working on him in the ambulance. Finally my brother-in-law and his wife arrived to take us to the hospital. We followed the ambulance to the hospital. We waited for a couple hours while they worked on him some more. I remember praying that they would just let him be, because I knew that he was already in Heaven. The chaplain came & confirmed that he was gone. The following weeks were awful. While we were at the hospital, the police were searching our home. They left our home a mess. There were detectives at the hospital asking questions etc. They even asked Corey to take a lie detector test. He agreed, but they never administered it. They said they just wanted to see if he would take it. A coroners inquest was held which neither Corey or I attended because we were too distraught. Both our sets of parents attended in our places. A cause of death could not be determined because they saw no signs of suffocation, yet because he was on a waterbed, they didn't want to call it SIDS either. I know my son. I know that he could roll over or turn his head if he couldn't breathe. He was 5 months and 5 days old, and almost crawling. His death certificate says "Undetermined" it also says he is a white male, which he is not, he is bi-racial. They also could find no fault by Corey or I. Thank God, I would never have hurt my baby! I don't think anyone knows what happened to Isaiah. I know he died suddenly & without cause, which to me constitutes SIDS.
****I Love You Isaiah****