I had a decision to make at this point. Stay with Christen or go with baby Anthony.
We both thought it best to go with baby A.
So me and my mom went up to West Penn.
When we got there, we rushed up to see him -and when we did he was on a cooling pad.
The reason for the pad was to reduce his swelling and to prevent any further damage.
By this time, they had figured out that he had compressed his cord and stopped the blood flow in his little body.
The next day I went and got Christen and we went right back to West Penn.
And it was there we stood with our little angel for the next days.
Family and friends were a constant support for us during this time.
And after finding a little room with a bed at the end of the hall, we now had somewhere to lay our heads.
On the third day the doctors said they did all they can for him and that they were going to take him off of all support.
Because I believe that there is more medicine that just what doctors can do…
We were relying on the other medicines.
The medicine of love that his two parents could give him
AND
The medicine of the Lord Jesus.
He was now relying on these two powerful medicines.
Before the doctors took him off of support we had the entire family take a turn holding him.
We wanted him to experience our great family of love.
I have heard throughout my lifetime people saying, “I could not have gotten through this or that without my family/friends/faith”
Now I know now what that means.
Then, they took him off of the ventilators.
When they did this the doctor looked at us in the eyes and said
“You might have 1 minute, 5 minutes, or up to 20”
During this time, which felt like an eternity we waited for our son to pass on.
And after about 5 minutes he began this pattern…
-First he would turn blue. Then he would struggle for air.
-He then would return to a beautiful pink color just like any healthy baby.
-This went on not for minutes, or hours, but for days…
Because of our little sweetheart fighting to stay with us, the doctors allowed us to take him to our room.
There we held him, we loved him, we changed him, and we slept with him.
We tried to do all the things that every parent dreams of doing with their child.
Anthony fought to give us that
gift.
After days of living out of bags and spending nights on the hospice floor, baby Anthony finally passed on.
Christen and I assured him each time that he struggled to do what he had to do.
We knew that wherever he was, he was in good hands.
So on
January the 19th 10:10 p.m. Baby Anthony went to be with
Jesus.
As I type this, I am numb.
People have been saying, “
I cannot even imagine what you are going through”
And my advice is please do not.
You or anyone you know should not ever have to experience what Christen and I just did.
At times I felt like if it were possible to bottle up all the pain on the earth
All the sorrow from the depths
And every teardrop that the people on this earth have ever cried
Then and only then would you know
But I wish this for no person.
What I have learned is next...