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| My husband and I have known each other since high school but had always been really good friends. 5 years ago we decided to start dating and the rest is history!! We were married September 26, 1999. We knew we wanted to start a family right away. January 29, 2000 was one of the happiest days of my life. I found out we were going to have a baby. Everything was so exciting. We couldn't wait for this baby. Memorial Day weekend everything changed. We were visiting my Dad in Houston and I started bleeding. My husband rushed me to the emergency room. There I was diagnosed with placenta previa. Once I returned home I was put on bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy. Tristan wasn't due until September 26, 2000. I had 2 more bleeding episodes and on the last one my doctor put me in the hospital where I remained for 4 weeks until it was time to deliver my angel. I had to have a scheduled c-section 3 1/2 weeks early to prevent hemorrhaging. Tristan came into this world weighing 7 lbs. 1 oz. He was perfect and able to go home with us 3 days later. Everything was perfect. We had the perfect little family. Our 9 year old daughter, Kayla and our perfect new baby son. He grew so fast and was so strong from the beginning. He was strong, happy and healthy. He did develop some congestion problems that we could not get rid of. His doctor finally recommended us to an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist. He determined that Tristan had enlarged adenoids and they were scheduled to be removed on January 15, 2000 - one week after he passed on. January 8, 2001 - Little did I know that this day would change my life forever. Our day started out great. The same as every morning. Tristan played with his Daddy while I got ready for work. I nursed him and he fell back to sleep. We left for daycare where I gave him a kiss and told him "I love you" and I went on to work. Funny thing, I am an absolute ELVIS FREAK!! Well, it was Elvis' birthday and I was at work listening to him on the radio when I got the call that would change my life. "The baby isn't breathing, come quick!" I flew to the sitter's house where I was greeted by my husband and the police and paramedics. "We have a heartbeat but he's not breathing on his own." We rushed to the hospital. Thirty minutes later the doctor's told us Tristan had died of SIDS. SIDS? What? I had always heard about SIDS and was terribly afraid of it. For some reason I had really been concerned about SIDS with Tristan, more so than when my daughter was born. I'm not quite sure why except to say that I think I somehow knew something was going to happen. I was in shock. Not my baby!! He was fine this morning! WHY???? The days and weeks that have followed have been tremendously painful. We are just "here" struggling to survive. It has only been two months and I still can't believe this happened. The pain is unbearable. I wish I could bring him back. Tristan, Mommy loves you so much. I miss you my little "snorty boy" Mommy, Daddy and Sister will be with you soon. Until then please watch over us. |
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