by sam10 » Fri Jan 07, 2011 07:24 am
Today is the last day of the "7 days of Henry", as I like to refer to the period during which Henry lived. This is the day he left us. This is the day we rushed to the hospital after we had received one of those dreaded calls from the Nicu. When we arrived the doctors and nurses were doing all sorts of things to Henry, which I can't remember anymore. The most striking memory I have is that my sweet little boy looked at me and told me in his way that he could no longer endure any of this. At that moment I just felt that death was the best option for him. Streams of tears were rolling down my cheek when I was holding his tiny fingers while the doctors and nurses were doing their things, and I knew, his time had come. They removed all tubes and needles, and placed him in my arms. An eternity, a timeless period seemed to pass while me and my husband took turns holding him, kissing him, cradling him, and telling him how much we loved him. We held him well until after he had left. Today I am closing a chapter in my life, the first year after Henry's passing, the longest and hardest year in my life. It has taught me many things, but one in particular, that a mother's love is infinite and eternal.
Today is the last day of the "7 days of Henry", as I like to refer to the period during which Henry lived. This is the day he left us. This is the day we rushed to the hospital after we had received one of those dreaded calls from the Nicu. When we arrived the doctors and nurses were doing all sorts of things to Henry, which I can't remember anymore. The most striking memory I have is that my sweet little boy looked at me and told me in his way that he could no longer endure any of this. At that moment I just felt that death was the best option for him. Streams of tears were rolling down my cheek when I was holding his tiny fingers while the doctors and nurses were doing their things, and I knew, his time had come. They removed all tubes and needles, and placed him in my arms. An eternity, a timeless period seemed to pass while me and my husband took turns holding him, kissing him, cradling him, and telling him how much we loved him. We held him well until after he had left. Today I am closing a chapter in my life, the first year after Henry's passing, the longest and hardest year in my life. It has taught me many things, but one in particular, that a mother's love is infinite and eternal.
