I'll never forget...
I’ll never forget:
Knowing something wasn’t quite right at the beginning of my pregnancy
Getting to know him when he was in my tummy – his kicks and squirms
My belief in my instinct to know that he wasn’t going to die inside me
Feeling at one with him in the last few weeks of being pregnant
Telling my baby that if it was too hard and too painful, he could say goodbye
Seeing my baby boy hooked up to so many machines and feeling helpless and detached from him
Seeing my baby hooked up to so many machines and feeling my heart breaking
His tiny little fingers
His tiny little feet
The Freeman consultant who told us our baby was probably going to die and the fact that he was chewing gum as he told us
Jamie fighting to stay awake despite being anaesthetised for his transfer from the RVI to the Freeman
The kindness of the nurses and doctors in NICU at The Freeman
Washing my son’s hair as he lay in his NICU bed
The last time we saw him alive – he was properly awake. We got to talk to him he held our fingers, we tickled his feet and we saw him smile at us.
Thinking that this was Jamie saying goodbye to us
Waiting at home for news of Jamie’s surgery and crying when we were told it had become complicated and Jamie had been put onto bypass
Seeing my husband sob uncontrollably
Waiting back at the hospital for further news about Jamie
Being told by the surgeon that he was fighting hard to save Jamie but it was looking unlikely
Seeing the blood on the surgeon’s boots, knowing that was blood from my son
Telling the surgeon’s we wanted them to stop. Jamie had been in surgery for 12 hours, he had been bleeding out for several hours, all of his internal organs were damaged, and he would most probably have suffered severe brain damage. The surgical team agreed with us.
Feeling like the walls were closing in on us as the staff went to switch off Jamie’s life support equipment
Seeing my dead son being brought into the room, all wrapped up as if he were asleep.
Hearing a scream and realising it was me
Holding my son and willing him to wake up
Kissing his cold skin and stroking his beautiful black curly hair
Telling him how much I love him
Wishing the nightmare would end
Holding my husband
Walking on the beach at sunrise the next morning. My heart was broken but it was so beautiful and peaceful walking on the sand that maybe it was a sign that his pain was over
Holding my girls
The kindness, the support, the words, the tears from family, friends and acquaintances
How difficult this year has been on all of us but we have found our strengths when we have needed it and I will never forget the strength of my children – they have kept us going on the darkest of days
I’ll never forget our little boy and the precious time we spent with him
Sleep well Jamie, we love you
xxxx
Knowing something wasn’t quite right at the beginning of my pregnancy
Getting to know him when he was in my tummy – his kicks and squirms
My belief in my instinct to know that he wasn’t going to die inside me
Feeling at one with him in the last few weeks of being pregnant
Telling my baby that if it was too hard and too painful, he could say goodbye
Seeing my baby boy hooked up to so many machines and feeling helpless and detached from him
Seeing my baby hooked up to so many machines and feeling my heart breaking
His tiny little fingers
His tiny little feet
The Freeman consultant who told us our baby was probably going to die and the fact that he was chewing gum as he told us
Jamie fighting to stay awake despite being anaesthetised for his transfer from the RVI to the Freeman
The kindness of the nurses and doctors in NICU at The Freeman
Washing my son’s hair as he lay in his NICU bed
The last time we saw him alive – he was properly awake. We got to talk to him he held our fingers, we tickled his feet and we saw him smile at us.
Thinking that this was Jamie saying goodbye to us
Waiting at home for news of Jamie’s surgery and crying when we were told it had become complicated and Jamie had been put onto bypass
Seeing my husband sob uncontrollably
Waiting back at the hospital for further news about Jamie
Being told by the surgeon that he was fighting hard to save Jamie but it was looking unlikely
Seeing the blood on the surgeon’s boots, knowing that was blood from my son
Telling the surgeon’s we wanted them to stop. Jamie had been in surgery for 12 hours, he had been bleeding out for several hours, all of his internal organs were damaged, and he would most probably have suffered severe brain damage. The surgical team agreed with us.
Feeling like the walls were closing in on us as the staff went to switch off Jamie’s life support equipment
Seeing my dead son being brought into the room, all wrapped up as if he were asleep.
Hearing a scream and realising it was me
Holding my son and willing him to wake up
Kissing his cold skin and stroking his beautiful black curly hair
Telling him how much I love him
Wishing the nightmare would end
Holding my husband
Walking on the beach at sunrise the next morning. My heart was broken but it was so beautiful and peaceful walking on the sand that maybe it was a sign that his pain was over
Holding my girls
The kindness, the support, the words, the tears from family, friends and acquaintances
How difficult this year has been on all of us but we have found our strengths when we have needed it and I will never forget the strength of my children – they have kept us going on the darkest of days
I’ll never forget our little boy and the precious time we spent with him
Sleep well Jamie, we love you
xxxx
posted by Mrs Smith at
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
2 Comments:
Hello Janine and family
Such a moving post, like all of yours on this blog.
I am still thinking of you all, and little Jamie - especially at this time.
Lots of love,
Becky
xx
Sorry, thats Becky Graceson from NCT. I don't know how to do this comment thing.
Becky
xx
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