My handsome little boy, Devon Trace Callonas, was born on May 22, 2002. I had an easy pregnancy and delivery. He was born at 2:08 am with his Daddy, his Grandmother, and his Mimi all there to see his arrival. They were all so excited. They had sent my father, his Granddad out of the room for a moment not knowing he would come back in the room to a 5'15 ounce little boy. Trace and his sister, Dawson were born exactly 14 months apart and were the exact same measurements, 5'15 ounces and 19 1/2 inches.
We had worked so hard to have his room perfect for his arrival. It is blue with Winnie the Pooh everywhere.
It was wonderful having him home.
Dawson would kiss him and try to give him his pacifier. She loves her little brother. Trace was such a happy baby.
He hated bath time (typical boy). At
night I would rock him to sleep and sing our special lullaby.
You should have seen his daddy's eyes when he held his boy. He could not wait for the day they could run outside together and he could teach him how to play ball.
Trace was loved so much.
The morning of July 30, 2002 we woke up to our normal daily routine. I woke up at 5:30 to feed Trace. He went back to sleep so then I woke Dawson to get her ready to go to Mrs. Gale's, her babysitter. Jason, my husband, worked at nights so he was home during the day. We wanted Trace to stay with him until he got a little older. I took Dawson to Mrs. Gale's , then went to work. I work only a few minutes from our house for a small company with my mother-in-law, Toni, but Mimi to the kids.
On my lunch break I went to run some errands. When I got back to the office I started to do more paperwork when the phone rang. Toni started running out the door and Bill told me to go with her. I had no idea what was wrong. We started driving towards my house and she told me Trace was not breathing. I cannot describe the horrible feeling I felt. We pulled up to my house right behind the firetruck.
There were people already in the house trying to help. I went in and Jason was standing there pale as a ghost. I kept asking him what was wrong, what happened. All he could tell me is "I don't know". No one would let me in Trace's room to see him.
We got to the hospital and waited. In a few moments, which seemed like forever a doctor came in and said the most horrible thing to us.
"I am sorry, we did everything we could, but your son did not make it."
They said it was SIDS.
They brought us to a room with a rocking chair so we could rock him for one last time. Now our baby boy is asleep with angels.
