Scott David Prejean Jr. (Scotty) Hi, I go by the name of Scotty, thanks to my Nana. My nana had already raised my dad and said, �Oh No�. Not another Scott I won�t call him that if you name him Scott. Of coarse she was hoping for a girl because I was going to be called Nettie. With that in mind she decided that if I was a boy she would only call me Scotty and so the name stuck with everyone else also. One Christmas day my Nana received a music box. On it is an angel, on the bottom of the music box were written these word, �Expect a Miracle�. And Here I am, as you will read why she called me their little miracle. A week later my parents announced that they were expecting me. My Nana was lying on the sofa and asked my parents if they were nuts. It wasn�t because she didn�t want me. It was because my mom was a brittle diabetic. She had just had my sister 14 months before and was told to wait two or more years before her next baby. The very next week after their announcement my mom was put in the hospital for diabetes. This started a long nine months journey for me and the family. My life became a struggle. It was a one day at a time process to make it through each day. My mom was put on an insulin pump and this helped me to win my biggest hurdle in the first tri master. This saved my life more than once. I continued to fight for my life many times through every month but I was strong and made it each and every time. At the end of the pregnancy my mom went for an amio to see if my lungs were ready. They weren�t and the family went home disappointed. Two days later my mom went into labor for me but labor was stopped for they knew my lungs were not ready. One week later they tested my lungs again and it was positive or so they thought. At eight o�clock August the 5th my mom went into surgery for me. I had a very large family waiting in the waiting area to view me as soon as they could. Every one was so excited that the day had finally come that everything would be over with. I was then born at 9:30 in the morning weighing 9lbs.6 oz. and 21 inches long. This was not bad for a baby, wouldn�t you say? I had a Handsome face and a strong little body. I had ten little fingers and ten little toes. Everything in its place the doctor said. The doctor told my family, �Scotty will be in the front window for viewing in just a little while.� They waited and waited and it never happened. They never put me in the front window. Everything was just prefect the doctor said but then the nurses found my breathing was erratic. I was put in ICU 2 for babies. This was the beginning of another fight and struggle for me. -This time I was on my own to fight this struggle for my life. The hospital stayed close watch on me and continued to monitor me until six o�clock. When Dr. Pitre came in she said oh no, this baby is going to Oshners in New Orleans. At ten o�clock there was my first helicopter ride. Not even one day old and I got to ride in a helicopter. My family got to say good bye to me just before they left with me. As I flew off into the sky in this helicopter the men was watching from the ground and the ladies from the window of mom�s room. It was a long day for them waiting and wondering what went wrong after all they had went through to get me here. You see for the nine months my mom was waiting for me, so were my nana and grand pa Prejean. You see Nana kept my sister Lisa most of the time for nine months. Mom was put in the hospital for me just about every month for a number of days. Nana brought her to the doctor and took care of mom just for me. She would take my sister to see my mom up to three times a day when she was in the hospital. She helped my mom with her problems that accrued on a daily bases. She even went to classes with her to see how to use her pump and how to best help my mom while she was pregnant. When my grand father got home from work he stepped in and helped also with Lisa and mom. Mom stayed at nana�s because she lived closest to the hospital. I arrived at the hospital and they went right to work on me. I was put in Neonatal care in this big hospital. The room had lots of other sick babies in it. I was treated with the best care possible. The hospital called my parents to say that I arrived. My Nana called in the middle of the night just to check on me. I was a very sick baby. My family didn�t know how sick I really was. My nana and Paw came to visit me almost every day. They would rock me and talk to me. They even went buy me some big socks for my feet. They spoiled me from the beginning. Through the help of God I was in there for the next 9 days. I came home on the tenth day. My grandmother Cindy brought my parents to New Orleans to come pick me up. I was brought home to Raceland, La. This was my only home. My grand mother helped mom get the house ready for me. My Nana left her video camera with mom and dad so they could take some really great videos of me sleeping. Because that�s what babies do, eat and sleep, but I still look great in those movies of me. I also got to meet my big sister Lisa. She was now 21 months old. She was so in love with me. She was really one of my biggest helpers. If I would cry she would say �MOM�! She wanted to feed me. She was always hugging me every chance she got. She was and is a great big sister. For the next three month I was called a healthy baby. My nana was concerned that my breathing still didn�t seem right to her but the doctors said not to worry. I was having trouble eating. Once I ate, the food would give me terrible stomach aches. This made me cry a lot. They changed my milk to everything on the market but the pains still were there. Then at night I would wake up with extreme crying spells. Nothing could calm me down. The formulas all were too strong for me. On October 30, 1999, I went to my first birthday party. It was for my big sister Lisa! It sure was fun. I went from arm to arm, with my great grand mothers. They have an awesome video of me laughing with Paw Paw Prejean. It was so much fun. It was held at my Nana�s house and there were lots of good things to eat. I didn�t even cry I just laughed and laughed with every one who wanted to play with me. On November 11, 1999 I was baptized at St. Joseph Church in Thibodaux, Louisiana. I was so handsome in my christening suit that Nana made for me. It had little ducks on the suspenders. It had white pants and my shirt was smocked. I was the best looking baby there. Here I am looking good and the priest pours water on top my head, did I get mad at that? Yes, I sure did. They heard me through out the church. Many relatives came to the christening great grandparents two godparents two grandparents. You see I am from a 5 living generation family on my grandmother Cindy�s side the family. Even today with my sister Lisa 5 generations are still living. Isn�t that awesome to have so many grandmothers? My Nanny Aimee was so excited to be my nanny. She loved me so much. I loved her to. My Godfather Craig is my GrandPa Chris�s best friend since childhood. Aren�t they the best looking God parents? I sure was lucky to have them. I was now said to be a healthy baby with shots and all. Everything was going so well for me. I was starting to scoot and even making noises that sound like I had something to say. I just love to laugh for some reason everything was funny when grown ups spoke to me. All they had to do is call my name and I gave them the biggest smile they wanted to see. My favorite place to take a nap was in Nana�s air bed. I slept so well in that bed. On November 13, I was sleeping and started to have some bad colic. My mom brought me on the sofa so I would not wake up dad. Around 2:00 in the morning mom went to put me in bed. I wasn�t breathing and had started to turn blue. Mom ran to get Dad. She woke him up and he gave me CPR. I started to breath. I was playful and laughing so they didn�t take me to the hospital. The next day mom told Nana what happened. Nana told Pa Prejean what happened. With in hours I was at the doctors and then put into the hospital. They ran every test under the sun. They could not find anything wrong with me. They were told that he did not have apnea or reflux. Everything was just fine. Dr. Pitre though would not let me out the hospital without a monitor. So on Sunday Pa Prejean came pick mom and me up with the monitor. On Monday November, 15, 1999 Mom took me and Lisa to see Grandma Cindy. I was laughing and playing with her. Grandmother Cindy asked why I didn�t have my monitor on. Mom answered because I wasn�t sleeping. She thought it would be alright. Next on the way home my Nana met us coming home. She stopped us and asked if we wanted to go to Wal-Mart with her which was just five minutes away from where we were. Mom said okay. We went into Wal-Mart and were doing a little Christmas shopping. I heard Nana's voice and smiled at her. I wasn�t feeling well my eyes just didn�t look right to her. She held me and was talking to God thanking him for not taking me on Thursday night. She was hugging me and kissing me all over. She stopped to pick up a beautiful angel blanket and put it in the basket. I got hungry so Nana started to feed me my bottle. Yes, that dear formula. Here came the stomach ache and the crying. I wasn�t feeling good as it was. Nana noticed I was cold and told Mom it�s best that we go home with him. Mom said, �Okay�. Nana handed me back to mom and she left to go to her house. Mom buckled us up and went home. We lived maybe five minutes from the store. When Nana left the store she noticed the time was 2:14 on the clock. Mom feed me some more bottle and laid me on my back for a nap. Lisa came in the room and mom told her to come back to the kitchen. When mom came to check on me I was not breathing again. Mom ran with me to Aunt Becky�s house next door and said make him breath. My Aunt Becky performed CPR on me while mom called 911. It was now 2:30 when they arrived for me. Mom had not put the monitor on me. The doctor said that if I would have had it on it may have showed what happened to me. When I got to St. Ann Hospital they took x-rays and it showed fluid in my lungs. The doctors said that I had aspirated on my milk. For the next three months they thought this was what I died of. When my Nana got the autopsy report in three months later it said I died of SIDS. The autopsy said I died at 2:30. That was just 16 minutes after she left me. I was buried in St Francis Cemetery # 2 in Houma. I was buried with my Christening suit and that beautiful angel blanket my Nana bought when she last held me. When my Nana got the report in it was like she lost me all over again. She began to research SIDS and still wasn�t happy with what she found. She began a search on other ways I could have died. She believes that everyone dies of something. She found four or five ways I could have died. This brought her to a group of ladies that had also lost children in one way or the other. These ladies became very good friends to her. They talked together, laughed and cried for there children. But what they did do they was so great is that they formed a prayer group. This made them all closer to each other and to God. There was this special lady in the group that was so honest and God loving that my Nana had the up most respect for. She led my Nana to a house where she and the other ladies got their answers that they were searching for. In this place my Nana learned what I died of. My Nana learned many things there. I may be gone in the physical body but my spirit still lives on. Heaven is just what they say it is it is pure heaven. There is pure love and happiness without pain. We can still see and be with our family anytime we want. We can send scents and smells to let them know we are there. Some of us will visit our family in their dreams. I did this once for my Nana. She was able to join me here in her dream and see that I am alright. She was able to see and feel that peace and love that heaven has to offer. All babies come to earth for a reason. We may live short lives compared to the grown ups. How ever long we live we all come to earth for a reason and a purpose. As we complete why we came, we then go home to God. After that the rest may be lesson the grown ups now have to learn from it. Although death is hard on the living it is so wonderful for us that get to go home with God. God loves us all so much at all times no matter what. I love you mom and dad! I also love all my family so much and will be waiting for all of you when you come home with God. I will love you all forever, SCOTTY! Please visit Scotty's other pages