Four years ago I learned what a broken heart really meant. I found out what it felt like to have the wheels of life stop turning around you and the next step not be known of what to do. Four years ago my 6 week old baby died in my arms from SIDS.
My second born child was a little boy, giving me the matching boy and girl pair to the 2 year old little miss I already had. He was a healthy little boy who loved to sleep in his sling and besides for him having slight reflux we barely heard a sound from him and we all adored him.
On the 21st of September 2007 life as I knew it fell apart. At 5am my little boy was stirring, my little miss came in ready to start the day and I sent her back to bed insisting it was too early to get up. I often question myself what would have happened if I did not try and grasp another 5 minutes of sleep that morning.
At 5.45am I checked on my baby. Bailey didn’t stir. I stood up, suddenly wide awake and looked down at my son who looked peacefully asleep. I gently nudged him and called his name and got no response. I tried to wake him and got nothing. I panicked and my heart was racing. I called 000 and told them that my baby had stopped breathing. After running through the particulars and them dispatching an ambulance they instructed me on how to give mouth to mouth and CPR to my very still, tiny, little boy. My heart was breaking into shreads with every breath I blew into his tiny little mouth.
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I have just read your article and feel so unbelievably blessed to have Oliver, my fifteen month old. Like another lady who posted I will always think of Bailey on red nose day.
Thank you for sharing your story Claire.
I'm so sorry to hear about your little boy Bailey. But I smiled when I read that you still keep photos of him all over the house and in your wallet and you talk about him everyday. My younger brother, aged 13 months died of Spinabifida when I was five. Shortly afterwards my parents broke up too.
Your daughter will forever be grateful to you for keeping Bailey's memory alive. I know that I am to my own mum and dad. I still feel him around me even twenty years later. I still miss him. I too wrote a piece about him for this website and I'm sure writing this has helped you in your own grief.
My mum had another daughter to her second husband about six years after my brother died. I was angry at first but now we have the most beautiful relationship and I'm so lucky to have her in my life. We speak of our brother often... even though my sister never met him and she calls him her big bro and it makes me so happy that she feels a connection to him because mum and I speak of him often.
Sending lots of love to you and your family xx
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