This thread is inspired by another: view original post
I know I said i'd keep updates to the original thread, but with how supportive you all were and how many were keeping my family and I in their wishes and prayers...I felt this should have its own.
November eighteenth, things took a turn for the worse. The original tumor was still stable, but...he contracted a bacterial infection in his urinary tract, bladder, and even in his blood. Even though they were using antibiotics to treat it, the infection was too severe to do a whole lot for by later that day. And later there were further complications. Air started to fill the blood vessels in his brain. The doctors theorized that this was either the result of the bacteria being gas creating, or a defect in the heart. By this time...there was too much damage for him to come out of this positively. If by some miracle he did survive, he wouldn't have been able to live without being on life support. And that's no way for anyone to live...
They did an ultrasound of his heart. No holes were seen in it, but there was still a possibility of very small ones being there. And there is an opening of the heart present before birth which is supposed to close once the child begins breathing on his own. They found no inclination of it, but it was possible that it didn't close all the way...all was done by about eight o'clock that night. We kept him on life support long enough to live past midnight, to see the birthday of his second month. They disconnected what they could, handed him to his mother and I, and...he passed away in our arms at 12:24 AM, November 19th, 2013.
This was the most hellish part of my life i've ever been through...it's been hard on all of us, but for everyone who wished us well, it is still very much appreciated. You all are each part of a great community, probably the best i've had the honor of being a part of. So thank you...each and every one of you. And if little Garrett could...I know he'd be thanking you all too.
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i'm not too good with words. or sentences. or logic. but i can still say/type stuff. i like stuff. especially stuff which shows that i haven't just passed this off "just another event." sometimes i feel my condolences aren't enough, and i end up writing a sappy, idealistic piece of emotionally driven stupidity. that's what's about to happen here. excuse me, but i'm just venting a few thoughts of my own. you know when your child was alive? when he looked around? you and ms. madness reborn were there for him. in the two months he lived, he may not have seen much, or understood much; but of what he did, he saw you and ms. madness reborn. delving into what he could or would have said had he possessed the ability to is another matter entirely, but even if he couldn't show it, he knew that he wasn't alone. he didn't leave helpless. he's gone. but remember that before he left, he had the privilege of living under the care of two of the best parents he could have possibly had. if you ever need to vent, my pm box is always open. i don't know what i'll say, or even if i'll say anything good. but i'll be listening for sure; and if you'll excuse a bit of self judgement, i believe that's more important than anything else.