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Death Anniversary

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_anniversary

If you check that out, it’s got the history of a Death Anniversary….

I will write more about Nick’s later ūüôā

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Donna Button and I released a balloon with a note attached to our loved ones today, the balloon lingered for a long time making me realize that Nickolas is closer than I think, and he wanted me to know that he was there for me at this time, I love  you sweetie.

Happy Birthday Nick

Today is Nickolas’s hypothetical 1st birthday is today and my feelings of grief overwhelm me like it was the day he passed away all over again. I cannot believe it’s already been that long since that Thursday, May 21st 4:25pm, that my water broke on my way to go pick up my mom from work. Which by the way he was so special he was even born on his due date.

I can remember that day like it was yesterday, that ecstatic feeling of knowing that after 9 long months my waiting was finally almost over and I would soon be with my precious miracle son. I called everyone I could think of and I posted it on facebook for anyone I couldn’t get a hold of. I couldn’t sleep that night knowing that he could come at any moment, the little sleep I did get was spent dreaming about what he was going to be like and everything that I was going to be able to do with him.

When I got to the hospital the next morning and they put me on the drip I got so excited to know that you would be arriving shortly. But then things went wrong, I suddenly got really intense back labour it lasted for 12 hours before I finally requested for an epidural, they tried 5 times and once the guy tapped some of my spinal fluid, it finally took a little bit and the pain went away. I then discovered that there was something much more going on inside of me, the pain from the back labour was masking something much worse. I got this intense pain and pressure in my pelvic area and it was at that point that I knew something wasn’t right. I begged the nurses to get the doctor in the room because I wanted to have a c-section, they told me to settle down and do my breathing. I was crying uncontrollably from the pain and the feeling that something was wrong and I begged, pleaded, and swore for someone to do something about it. I knew it was my first child but I also knew that after having an epidural that I shouldn’t be feeling pain like this.

This went on all through the night, 11hrs went by before my midwife finally showed up to check up on me, I told her what was going on and it was only her that listened to me and she got the request for an operating room. With in 20 minutes I was in the OR awaiting my c-section. We were waiting for the surgeon to show up, when he finally arrived the OB/GYN had to take off for another woman in labour, so I was again made to wait. She finally got back but we were waiting on another anesthetist to drive from home, that took an hour. Everyone was finally in the room and things were getting underway, I had to get a spinal tap if I wanted to be awake for the procedure. The anesthetist tried 20 times to drive that 15 cm long needle into my spine but to no avail he couldn’t get the right spot. I began crying hysterically because I knew what that meant for me. I didn’t even bother counting backwards as the doctors placed the mask upon my face, I lay there warily with tears rolling down the side of my face and wept until I was plunged into eternal darkness. All I could think of while I was waiting for the inevitable sleep that would over come me is “this is not how I planned things, this is not how I imagined the end of my pregnancy would be.” What I didn’t know was that what to come when I woke up was much worse than the impending¬† “doom” I was about to slip into.

It took all of 45 minutes to get the c-section over and done with, when I came too from the dreamless nightmare I could see the nervous, saddened, worried, troubled, depressed, and bleak look on my mother’s face. The next sentence would crush my heart in two, my midwife slowly walked up to my bed “you had a beautiful 7lb baby boy but…” my shattered heart sank “it took us 3 minutes to revive him but he’s safe in the NICU.” Even though I was half asleep still my mind was racing, and to tell you the truth the first thing I did was in my mind told God to go f*** himself. The only thing I wished my whole pregnancy was for a healthy baby, I didn’t wish for certain looks or super smartness I just wanted to have a healthy baby, my life had been pretty awful up to this point and being pregnant with Nickolas was the only thing that had made me happy in a long time. Now here I am cut from hip to hip, half awake, with my whole world falling from beneath me.

When I was finally fully awake the doctor came into talk to us, apparently according to them Nickolas’s lugs were under developed so they had given him some steroids to help make his lungs stronger. I was devastated, this wasn’t supposed to happen he’s MY baby I had a perfect pregnancy so therefore I was to have a perfect baby. It was almost 12hrs before they would let me go see Nickolas. I spent hours in that NICU talking to him telling¬† him to get better so we could leave, and if I wasn’t there I was downstairs smoking. My dad’s health coverage had recently gotten rid of paying for private room, so, I was forced to stay in the Maternity Ward with the other mothers. I was hour after hour as women and their babies sat in their beds feeding, singing, and playing with their babies. Every noise shattered my heart into even smaller pieces. Although it was very much her fault I even snapped at one woman who let her baby cry for 20 minutes, “doesn’t she know how lucky she is?” “I would kill to hear my son cry never mind get to hold him and rock him to sleep” “how would she feel if she was in my shoes?”, and finally I told her to make that stop crying, she ended up transferring in the middle of the night to a different room in the ward. Another woman who came into the room didn’t stay to long because she couldn’t handle my crying and talking to my partner in the middle of the night because God forbid I show emotions because I couldn’t sleep and could only think of why I didn’t have my baby and everyone else did.

Two days went¬† by with nothing getting better, they did numerous tests on Nickolas, all but what we would find out later to be the most important test of them all. Finally 3 days after Nickolas was born a Neonatologist (fancy word for someone who only studied babies and young children) decided that after everything they had done there was nothing more they could do so Nickolas was to be sent to SickKids Hospital in Toronto Ontario.¬† I cried, he was to leave later that day with the transport team, but I couldn’t go with him! My 3 days old baby boy was going to a city 5hrs away and I couldn’t be there to comfort him. Three days went by before we were finally able to leave Sudbury, and I’m glad in our absence my aunt who lived nearby was able to go on keep him company. It was 11:30 by the time we go into Toronto and to the hospital. In those three days I had been away he’d grown so much but he was still in the same condition.Nick was going to be a week old in a half an hour, but none of that would matter when the phone rang at 7 o’clock in the morning and the doctor picked up. I didn’t think I had any heart left to break but again I was wrong.

We got ready as fast as we could and hurried to the hospital, I knew I wasn’t going to like what the doctor had to say but never in a million years did I ever think I would hear what I hear next. “Your baby could die at any moment,” was the jest of what the doctor said, we went into her office and looked at the scans and they were worse than we could have ever imagined.

That spinal curve was killing my son slowly and could cause him to die without any notice at all. Every day there after I worried that I would get that dreaded phone call to come say my final goodbye to Nickolas because he would be on his way to be slid into a freezer.

For the next couple days my mind raced, all sorts of questions buzzed through my head. The biggest question in my head was “how can I save my baby boy’s life?” Unfortunately the answer didn’t come easily, it came with three options “He would die,” “he wouldn’t die and improve,” “he wouldn’t die but it would have not made any difference.”

My heart was heavy my mind was numb, that combined with the lack of sleep we got made me want to crawl into a corner and die! The Ronald McDonald House where we were staying is a place where seriously ill children and their families stay when they are a patient at SickKids, we created friendships there and because everyone was always going through something stressful we stayed up and talked till all hours of the night, the days seemed to blend together and the only reason you knew it was Saturday and Sunday was because the hospital halls were desolate.

The doctors wanted me to put Nick in palliative care and let him pass away slowly. They didn’t even want to try to help my son one little bit. As a mother I couldn’t just sit back and watch my son die, I had to do everything possible to try to help him, I had to give him the best fighting chance at life. The neurosurgeon, we’ll just say he could have learned a thing or two about compassion, after 5 days of arguing with him (one person even overheard him saying something about having to be in surgery for hours bent over) finally agreed to do the surgery. I had to assure them that I knew the risks of what was about to be done, so I told them “I know my son might not even make it to the operating table, I know my son might not even make it out of surgery, I know my son might never get better, but I have to try to give him every opportunity in life possible, and if by chance he dies then at least you have your research, you say you’ve never done this before, you say this is “pioneer surgery” then here’s your chance at least you’ll know if it can be done or not and it could save another baby down the road, then I’ll know that it was worth it and I’ll have given Nickolas a chance, everyone deserves at least a chance.”

We paced the waiting room back and forth, stood outside the hospital having a smoke, the intense tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The worried looks on our faces and the sweat dripping down our faces as we silently sat in the OR waiting room. We stared up at the digital board which showed the patients in surgery and what their status was whether it was in OR, in waiting, in holding, or recovery. Ten hours had gone by since we said our possible goodbyes and took some last-minute pictures, the neurosurgeon walked out with the most solemn look on his face, I was about to break out in tears when he opened his mouth and said “we managed to relieve the compression now all we can do is wait and see what happens,” (see I told you he could learn some things). My heart started beating again and the tears retreated back to where they came from, I could breathe once again.

The surgery was over and Nickolas was transported back to his room, he was too drugged up to be awake so we gave him a kiss and left. The weeks went by and although his breathing improved a little bit it didn’t make enough of a difference and other complications arrived, his diaphragm paralyzed and his right lung collapsed and his left lung was starting to give out because it had to work twice as hard to keep him breathing even with the tube in. After a meeting withe doctors, we all walked back to The Ronald McDonald House in silence knowing what needed to be done. We debated for a couple of days within ourselves what was the best thing to do.

It was time to do what was best for Nickolas. He couldn’t move, he would never walk, he would never talk and he would never have breathe on his own he would have essentially been a vegetable all his life so I decided it was best for him to withdraw life support so he could be in a better place. It made it a little better knowing that I controlled when the life support was discontinued so I could tell him all the things I wanted to say before he passed away but it still doesn’t take away the hurt and anguish that I feel inside. My heart feels like it wants to rip out of my chest and although many people have told me you’re only 19 you’ve got plenty of time and plenty of other children to be had it’ll still never bring back my precious little angel.

The bereavement program there helped us get professional photography done of Nickolas and made imprints and molds of his hands and feet, anything to capture the last memories we would have of Nickolas. The date was set to fly him back to Sudbury on the 27th of July, he was to spend a couple of days hooked up to the life support to spend time with friends and family.

July the 30th came so quick, it felt like 2 minutes compared to the 2 months we spent at the hospital which felt like 10 years had passed. We arranged for Nick to be baptised, Becky Dube his Godmother and my brother Josh his Godfather. The moments ticked by and with each stroke of the clock my heart sank lower and lower. The time we had left with this precious little boy drifted pass, each moment spent hugging or kissing him would soon be the last. The doctor arrived at 3pm everyone was asked to leave the room while the tube was taken out. Slowly and careful the plastic piece was removed, the only thing keeping my miracle alive and with me. Morphine was administered to keep the pain at bay because once the tube was removed Nickolas would feel like he was drowning from the inside out. As soon as the machines were removed it was evident exactly how much Nickolas struggled to stay alive from day-to-day, he started gasping for air and silently crying (the tubes cause the infant the inability to make sounds until the vocal cords go back into shape which unfortunately takes a couple of days) with tears rolling down his cheeks. Zach and I spent a couple of moments by ourselves to have a private moment with Nickolas.

Everyone was invited into the room, the moment they walked in the tears poured from every eye in the vicinity, I even noticed a couple of nurses crying to themselves as to not disturb the little time we had left. We read “I’ll Love You Forever” by Robert Munsch, every page was filled with sorrow. Nickolas was then taken out of his cast, and for the first time in his life I got to hold my baby boy, as I sat there cradling Nick in my arms I felt my life slip out from me. My breaths came in sync with his as the colour drained from his body and his heart rate slowly declined. We took turns holding him, saying our last goodbyes in secrecy.

4:25pm the last remnants of life left Nickolas’s body, his flesh lay limp in my tightly clenched arms, his heart ceased to beat, a last breath exited his body and a sign of finality drifted through the air. My baby boy lay dead in my arms, as I held him as close as I could. If it weren’t for the sounds of my uncontrollable weeping you could have heard a pin drop in that NICU. People left the room to give us a final moment with Nick, I sat there holding on to any sanity I had left with Nick in my arms, all I could do was rock him back and forth. An hour and half passed by when the doctor came in the room to tell us it was time for them to take him down to, well you know…

The funeral was planned the next day, it was a beautiful service, unfortunately not very many people can handle a funeral for a baby so only close friends and family came. Nonetheless it was the only thing left I could do for him was give him a proper ending to life. Jaws dropped at the usher walked his casket into the chapel. The priest delivered an exceptional sermon and my mother, brother, aunt, and two best friends spoke words that echoed through the chapel and when they were done not an eye in the house was dry.

The days that followed Nickolas’s funeral were the obviously the hardest times I’ve ever had, I spent hours crying and days crawling up in a corner wishing I was dead. The first month was hard but it was bearable to say the least, I at least came into the living room. Now I sit here almost a year from the day he was born and 2 months until the day he died, and I still haven’t healed but the days get more and more easier to face, I still can’t go a couple days without breaking down some how but I’m getting a better handle on it. It still takes everything I have in me to get up in the morning though and each day that passed my heart sinks a little lower. This is the reason I sit on the computer all day playing games, I know it’s not healthy but it’s all I can think of doing at this time to not go insane.

Now to my angel:

Dear Nickolas,

This is your mother, I just wanted to say that my heart aches to have you in my arms, you’re the best thing that ever happened in my life and it saddens me not to have you here with me. I yearn to feel your hands on mine, to kiss your soft cheek, to sing you to sleep, to play with you, and to give you all the love I have within me. I know it’s not my fault but I still do this day feel like I failed to keep you out of harms way. I sit here tonight, tears rolling down my face because all I want to do is give you a great big hug and tell you how much I love you. I could sit here for hours upon hours writing to you so I am going to say Happy Birthday my sweet angel and I hope you know how much I love you and how much I miss you and wish you were here.

Love Forever & Always,

Mom

A special thanks to my mother for being there when I needed you the most, my brother for cracking jokes when we needed it the most, my sister for making Nick all those cute pictures, my best friends for giving me the support I need to make it to that next day, and anyone else who was a part of Nickolas’s journey in life. You have my deep and undying gratitude and I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you did at my greatest time of need. You’re all the wind beneath my wings and the reason I can survive on a day to day basis. Nickolas would’ve been the luckiest little boy on this planet for having all of you around. Love you all lots lots lots and even though I still don’t like being in the general public or going out all the time please don’t think I’m ignoring you I just need time, and I’m not sure how much that might be but you’ll know when I’m ready just please be patient.

~ R.I.P. Nickolas Michael Walker ~

~~~ May 23rd – July 30th 2009 ~~~

Just something I wrote last year when it was Nick’s 5 months…

Something I wrote to Nickolas last month after he turned 5 months old, he is going to be 6 months old on Monday so I decided to post what I wrote to him as a note…

Nickolas Michael Walker Says: Can’t Wait Till I Get To Be With You Again Mommy & Daddy, You Were The Best Parents I Could Ever Ask For, I Wanted To Be With You So Much Longer But I Was Needed Else Ware, Things Will Get Better I Promise You Just Have To Believe In Life, I Know It’s Hard Right Now But Trust Me On This One… Love You Soooo Much ‚ô•October 27 at 10:43pm ¬∑ Comment ¬∑LikeUnlike ¬∑ View Feedback (3)Hide Feedback (3)

Stephanie Jade Grossauer: Like you wouldn’t believe my baby angel like you wouldn’t believe… you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I wish more than anything in the world that you were right here beside me, I don’t want to be on facebook and looking for things to do I want to be taking care of you, helping you when you cry, feeding you when you’re hungry, changing your diaper when you’re stinky… I’ll relish the day when I get to be with my beautiful baby boy whether it be tomorrow the next day or in 20yrs from now… when I’m finally ready to have another baby your brother or sister will know all about you and they’ll love you so much like you wouldn’t believe… grandma and I were watching the very few video’s I have of you and you were so adorable, I can still remember the way you used to suck on your soother or stick your tongue out at us, and even though you couldn’t cry because of that nasty tube I can just imagine your cute little voice…

The one thing I wish I could have in your short time here was if you could have held my hand… I still to this day don’t really feel like a mother I’ve been robbed of so much and don’t even know if I will ever be able to love again like I loved you… I often contemplate getting pregnant again I know it’s normal but just the thought sickens me internal mind and how dare I even think of having another baby (sorry grandma please don’t be mad at me) when my one and only love has been sent above… I could never replace you and the love we shared with you, you’ll always be one of a kind to me and the medical world and it’ll always be a mystery why things happened the way the did…

I still can’t bring myself to believe I didn’t have a part in what happened even though I was told over and over again by many people friends and professionals, I guess that’s just the way my mind has worked since you came into this world… since the moment I found out I was actually pregnant (20 pee sticks later) I was in love, I vowed to protect you from anything, (tmi I know) I only ever even had sex like 5 times while I was pregnant with you because I didn’t want to hurt you at all, I regret now still smoking but mommy really did cut down I know it’s not an excuse I’m the most horrible mother ever for not quitting on the spot but I tried I really did… I feel like a failure at motherhood and life, and there’s so many days when I wish I could just come be with you…

I wish every day that I could turn back time and just bring you home with me instead of waking up in that cold depressing room alone with daddy and grandma telling me that something was wrong, I didn’t even get to see you almost 12hrs after you were born, I can’t believe they wanted me to leave you alone… I sit here every day and night not wanting to do anything or go anywhere, and I know what I have to do I just don’t think I’m ready for it… you don’t even know how excited I was to tell everyone that I was having you… and the first time I felt your kick omg I was in heaven knowing that my little miracle was thriving in there because of me, you don’t even know how much I long to feel you kick again… if I would know what I know now I would even settle for being pregnant forever if it meant keeping you with me…

I hate looking at myself in the mirror at that hideous 2 foot long scar because every time I do it just reminds me even more of the pain I’ve had to go through and got nothing in return… watching you lay there in my arms and gasp for every breath killed me like no one can believe… to sit there and watch your baby die in your arms and there’s nothing you can do about it probably the most horrible thing in the world anyone would have to endure, I’m pretty even if I were dying it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling I felt inside when they removed the tube from your nose… I still look at it sometimes knowing that the short time you were here would have been made super short if it wasn’t for the advances in the medical sciences today, I am thankful that it was in place and let you be with us for a little bit longer…

I still can’t believe that stupid doctor didn’t even want to give you a chance at life even when you were the first to get whatever it is you want to call your “sickness”… to look in your sweet little eyes and tell you “I think it’s best if you kill him” would break anyone’s heart I would think… I would have been the most horrible mother in the world if I would have listened to those means doctors and just let you go like an ant on the sidewalk… To think of all the good times I would have lost out on if I would have listened to them…

There’s so much more I could say right now but I will just say this, I hope where ever you are that you know that I loved you more than I love myself and I’ll cherish your memory forever more… where ever and I am and where ever I will be I will forever be thinking of you and the time we had, and I’ll forever be waiting for the day that I get to be with you again… ~Forever & always my miracle baby Nickolas Michael Walker May 23rd, 2009 – July 30th, 2009~

Don’t try to find the magic words or formula to eliminate the pain. Nothing can erase or minimize the painful tragedy your friend or loved one is facing. Your primary role at this time is simply to “be there”. Don’t worry about what to say or do, just be a presence that the person can lean on when needed.

Don’t try to minimize or make the person feel better. When we care about someone, we hate to see them in pain. Often we’ll say things like, “I know how you feel,” or “perhaps, it was for the best,” in order to minimize their hurt. While this can work in some instances, it never works with grief.

Help with responsibilities. Even though a life has stopped, life doesn’t. One of the best ways to help is to run errands, prepare food, take care of the kids, do laundry, and help with the simplest of maintenance.

Don’t expect the person to reach out to you. Many people say, “call me is there is anything I can do.” At this stage, the person who is grieving will be overwhelmed at the simple thought of picking up a phone. If you are close to this person, simple stop over and begin to help. People need this but don’t think to ask. There are many people who will be with you during the good times – but few that are there in life’s darkest hour.

Talk through decisions. While working through the grief process, many bereaved people report difficulty with the decision-making. Be a sounding board for your friend or loved one and help them think through decisions.

Don’t be afraid to say the name of the deceased. Those who have lost someone usually speak of them often, and believe it or not, need to hear the deceased’s name and stories. In fact, many grievers welcome this.

Remember that time does not heal all wounds. You friend or loved one will change because of what has happened. Everyone grieves differently. Some will be “fine” and then experience their true grief a year later, others grieve immediately. There are no timetables, no rules – be patient.

Remind the bereaved to take care of themselves. Eating, resting, and self-care are all difficult tasks when besieged by the taxing emotions of grief. You can help by keeping the house stocked with healthy foods that are already prepared or easy to prepare. Help with the laundry. Take over some errands so the bereaved can rest. However, do not push the bereaved to do things they may not be ready for. Many grievers say, “I wish they would just follow my lead.” While it may be upsetting to see the bereaved withdrawing from people and activities – it is normal. They will rejoin as they are ready.

Avoid judging. Don’t tell the person how to react or handle their emotions or situation. Simply let him/her know that you support their decisions and will help in any way possible.

Share a Meal. Since meal times can be especially lonely, invite the bereaved over regularly to share a meal or take a meal to their home. Consider inviting the bereaved out on important dates like the one-month Anniversary of the death, the deceased’s birthday, ect.

Make a list of everything the needs to be done with the bereaved. This could include everything from bill paying to plant watering. Prioritize these by importance. Help the bereaved complete as many tasks as possible. If there are many responsibilities, find one or more additional friends to support you.

Make a person commitment to help the one grieving get through this. After a death, many friendships change or disintegrate. People don’t know how to relate to the one who is grieving, or they get tired of being around someone who is sad. Vow to see your friend or loved one through this, to be there anchor in their darkest hour.

Excerpted from “I Wasn’t Ready to Say Goodbye”
by Brooke Noel and Pamela D. Blair, PhD (Sourcebooks, 2008)

This is something that helped me a lot, it’s an excerpt from a book and it encourages you to photo copy it and hand it out to your friends, I dug through my stuff and decided to share it with you guys because I know it helped a lot of my friends understand a little bit more about grieving and what I was going through.

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