Thank you all, so much. Idk if anyone's a christian or not, but keep us in your prayers if so. Sometimes it gets very hard for us. Sometimes we're okay. I just truly believe that without God, I would be such a wreck right now!!
I also hate that everybody thinks I would rather not talk about it..
I actually want to tell everyone I know about what happened.. for the few weeks when we were in the hospital we talked non-stop about everything and then after.. it just stopped. I wish I could talk about it every day, makes me feel better. But mostly it makes people feel uncomfortable. I just stare at his pictures all day at work and wish that I could go on and brag to everyone on how adorable he is.. like mothers do. Actually, I went in to the dentist a week or so ago and he asked how Jaxon was, "What about 2 months now, is that right?" I just smiled and told him he was doing great, cute as a button. It felt good to pretend!
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But to answer your question Mirolee, no,
so here's MY STORY (in a pretty novel-like nutshell..lol) :
During the crash my placenta detached and his oxygen supply was completely cut off (to the point that when they delivered him, the cord was COMPLETELY DRY). I remember in the ambulance they tried to find his heartbeat and couldn't bc the driving was apparently "too loud"
so I had to wait until getting to the hospital to finally hear that he was OK. That wooshing heartbeat made me feel 110% better!!! Once there, DH and I stayed in the hospital for about 5 days and then once discharged, we stayed (LITERALLY didn't leave this little room for 8 days!) in the NICU with Jaxon. The first few days were a BLURR, as you can imagine. We were so doped up that it was hard to tell what was going on. I was allowed to do "Kangaroo Kare" which is naked chest to chest with baby. So I did this for 8 hour at a time, all night and day for days on end, only getting up if I needed to pee so bad I couldn't hold it. They fed him my breastmilk through a tube twice a day once he got a little better. They told me his brain had bled from the oxygen deprivation, so there were holes in his brain where the blood was absorbed. He was basically a "sleeping baby". Beautiful, 38 weeks (so technically full-term), weighed 8 lbs and was perfect. But only because his brain stem was attached, which is what allows you to BREATHE/have a HEARTBEAT. He was on a ventilator all of his short life. He also had liver/spleen issues. All of these combined would have made it so that we'd have to feed him through a feeding tube his whole life and he would always be "sleeping" as they called it. But we didn't mind that a bit. Throughout the entire time, they told us he would not make it. We hoped and prayed as hard as anyone could, but it was not what God had planned for him. On April 10th, in the evening, my sister wanted to hold him. Everyone else got to, but her.. so we thought we'd give her a chance before he got too fragile. Once he was on her chest, the nurses ran in to tell us that his vitals were plummeting and that this, he had chosen, was his time. He was switched to my chest so daddy and I could hold him for his last moments. We took out his dreadful breathing tube, and he slowly went.. in the comfort of our arms. Daddy sang to him. Then, after a short while, we clothed him and I kissed him on his lips for the
first time. He'd always had a neonatal bar, to hold in the tube, so that was one of the moments I will never, ever forget. (OR the time when we changed his diaper, and my baby- with no brain function- peed all over us!!!
) So finally after we said the worst goodbye of our entire lives, we handed him to our WONDERFUL nurse, whom I will NEVER forget!!, and walked out of the hospital like zombies. After all of that, we just get in the car and drive home?! It seemed too unreal. So yes, this is the nightmare I have to remember everyday. We had an open casket funeral, but neither DH or I looked. He looked better plump and juicy, the way I remember him
He is buried about 500 feet down the road from where we crashed, it's a cute little town, way out in the country. There is a beautiful cross that my step father made in the crash site, so we'll never forget. It will be a place we'll take our family someday, to tell all of his brothers and sisters what an amazing little fighter their big brother was.
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Hope I didn't shake anyone up too bad, just remember our story when you feel like things are bad. And just go to sleep every night knowing that you have done everything you can to just be happy and lead a wonderful life. Bc you never know when your whole world may fall apart
Babydust to ALL
-Oh and OPK's are back to neg. so we'll BD once more tonight to be sure..
But I just CANNOT WAIT for Father's Day.. I am testing the two days before (10/11DPO) to see what happens.. so that if its SOMEHOW pink, I can wrap it up in a box for Father's Day.. best gift ever, right?!?! Gosh but what a let-down that would be if not.. GAH.