His Story
I woke up Wednesday May 23, 2007 and fed Dalton, I burped him and then we fell back to sleep. I have two girls who awoke and were ready for breakfast, so I fixed them some cereal and let them eat, usually I would take Dalton downstairs with me but he was actually sleeping so well I let him sleep, his daddy was beside him so I knew he would awake easily. After my girls ate I sat on the couch telling myself I was getting ready to go get him and bring him downstairs, then my husband hollered for me to come upstairs. When I walked through the doorway I saw him, he was blue. I ran downstairs for the phone and called 911, I was so panicked they thought I said that it was a 2 year old. Once the paramedics arrived, which seemed to take forever, they rolled him over and look at me. "Are you mom?" they asked. "Yes," I responded. "There is nothing we can do," they responded. I hit the floor, I couldn't stand, my first baby boy, why me? I ask GOD every night. I didn't understand why this had to be my son, which I wouldn't want this to happen to anyone. I know that Dalton is in Jesus' hands now but it still hurts not to have him here with me, he was so perfect and healthy, he was on his back and he was breastfed. I always wonder what his first words would be but I did get to see him roll over for the first time. He is my pride and joy and will always be, I know if I ever have any more children that is fine and if I don't that is fine but I do ask GOD please don't take my babies from me anymore because I am supposed to go first. It is hard for me because he looks just like his daddy and I have to see him every day through his eyes, night time is the hardest, every night before bed I kiss his picture smell his bib, and sleep with his boppy pillow. I also talk to Jesus a lot, and end every prayer with kiss Dalton and give him a hug and tell him that Mommy loves him and I miss him very much, and Jesus if you want to send him back I will take him. He came into the world and brought a storm with him, but when he left I didnt want to let him go, they let me hold him, and wrap him in a cover his memaw made, and then I laid him in the small casket. It is hard but I find comfort in the Lord. |
