By LIZ LOPA
I was 10 when he died.
I took the phone call and I remember you could hardly speak for crying. I raced out to mum at the washing line, calling “Jenny’s on the phone and she’s crying”. It is funny how clearly I remember it and how, even at that young age, I knew something was terribly wrong.
It was a Sunday morning and I remember mum and dad racing around upstairs with an air of panic. They were putting on clothes and shoes and running out to the car. Frantic. What’s wrong I asked them.
“She thinks Michael is dead.”
Silence.
I remember grabbing my statue of Mary and praying on my bed. Praying for you and for your little boy.
But it didn’t work. Michael was dead.
That dear little 7 month old baby – my nephew – was dead. Ripped away by what is now known as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS) and what was then just called Cot Death.
This is how our family was touched by the tragedy that is the death of a baby.
And even worse (if it is possible), the unexplained death of a baby.
I remember asking Mum why our son had died and she said no one really knew but that sometimes babies are just sleeping so peacefully that they forget to breathe. That was the best explanation at the time, and in 2013 we know more but not that much more – mystery still surrounds the cause of this terrible phenomenon.
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I am one of the lucky ones. My baby girl stopped breathing over and over again. The doctors told me I was a paranoid first time mother until they saw it happen one day. For 3 weeks I'd barely slept while I watched her sleep until finally the doctors told us she suffered from infant sleep apnoea and sent me home with a specialised monitor. They explained that apnoea was thought to be one of the causes of SIDS. She 'forgot to breathe 20 or 30 times in every 24 hour period. Each time I turned off her alarm and juggled her about or blew on her face to disturb her enough to remind her to breathe I was thankful yet again that I hadn't lost her. I used her alarm for my younger 2 daughters and one of them also stopped breathing two different times. Every day of those baby years were bittersweet reminders to cherish every moment because I was always terrified that it could be the last. Even as they grew I tiptoed into their rooms over and over, night after night to check that they were still breathing. SIDS and kids were a great support. People ask how I coped over those baby years but I smile and remind them of just how grateful I am.
My niece was 5 months old when she was put down for her afternoon nap on Boxing Day 3 and a half years ago. A nap she just didn't wake up from.
The most devastating thing is not really having any answers as to why she died. SIDS deaths leave so many unanswered questions.
I always donate to SIDS and Kids because although we've come along way in the last 30 years there are still too many questions that need answering when babies suddenly (and without reason) die.