Stories of Lost Children
Precious Trevor
by Staci, Indianapolis, IN, U.S.A.
Greg and I already had a beautiful little girl named Anna Marie when we decided to try to get pregnant again. After two miscarriages, we conceived and found out we were having a baby boy. We were thrilled! Finally, a complete family. We gave birth to Trevor on August 3rd. 2001 (our 10 year wedding anniversary) and he was perfect. He was an absolute joy. Anna was already in a preschool for older children, so we found an in-home daycare that took in newborns. Everything was going great. Easter weekend 2002, we drove to Toledo to introduce our beautiful baby Trevor to his extended family of Aunts and Uncles for the first time. Tuesday April 2nd, I was at work, and at 9:30 a.m. I received a phone call from the daycare provider saying there had been an accident, Trevor was not responding to the paramedics, and I needed to meet them at the hospital. That was it. She didn't tell me anything else. When I arrived at the hospital, I was greeted by the Chaplain who proceeded to tell me that Trevor had been left alone in the baby swing and strangled in the straps. He was without air for so long, he had no brain activity. Trevor stayed alive for three days in the hospital. All while we were surrounded by family and friends. Thursday April 4th at 10:56 a.m., Greg and I were holding Trevor as we shut off his life support. It was time to let him go to God. We had said goodbye, and the doctor's told us he was on the life support mainly so we could say our goodbyes, that he would never be Trevor again if we let him live on the life support. It was the most difficult thing Greg and I had ever done. Four days later, we buried Trevor in a beautiful spot in Babyland. We were joined by our family and friends, including the Aunt's and Uncle's who had just met Trevor one week before. This past eight months has been very difficult and sad, but I am reminded every day how blessed I was to have Trevor inside my body for nine months and to have had him in our lives for eight months. The beautiful pictures we have of him really helps us get up every day and face another day without him. Staci Tober, Indianapolis
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