a lost boy...

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A blogger that I found a few weeks ago has told the story of her baby boy that died shortly after birth. I tasted the possibility of losing our son and I will post a pic of him on life support or whatever it was. I will also post a pic of me in the open heart unit two days after my surgery holding our son who was less than a week old. All so dramatic, I hardly remember. I was very drugged and in pain but do recall my prayers to "somewhere" "I am not ready to leave this boy!" "save me for a short time to hold him and kiss my girls one more time." I got those wishes granted or prayers answered however you look at them. I was so afraid and cautious. Just keep breathing was going in my head for months afterwards.

Now he is running about the house destroying things in his path. Terrible temper, devilish look in his eye as he reaches out to touch the electric plug or the computer. His eyes sparkle with life and I am grateful. I am also feeling some guilt over the ways of my life lately. I should be dead. My father is, Maryellen is and I am still here. WHY

The woman on the blogger her son is dead. Healthy and then gone. My boy is almost dead and comes back to life and is fine. I am so grateful and dont want to change anything but I do have questions of my GOD when I get there.

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Anonymous said…
This is the day i almost lost you.....i would have died inside...felt like i did seeing you lying there minutes after your surgery..your miracle..i prayed so hard for you..for my dad to help you...he knows how much i love you..still do...celebrate life...smile, laugh, cry...smell , taste, feel, touch and see...there is so much ,, so much to do yet..to be..to see..to wonder about...don't miss it..hold on tight....you are precious to many...you are to me...
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