Stories of Lost Children
My Babies, My Angels
by Bridget, Richmond Hill, ON, Canada
Hi my name Bridget and from June 28th 2003 until June 5th 2004. My families have been changed for life. On June 28th 2003, My angels were born at 23.5 weeks My daughter Jade Almas died with in the first hour of birth her weight only 640grms, but my son Ibrahim Junior went on to fight the battle of life and teach a lot of people the real meaning of what life was about, his weight was only 760grms. My babies were born in Markham, and after Jade's death, Junior was moved to Kingston because of SARRS and no bed in TO, we spent 11 amazing weeks in Kingston living in a place called Almost Home and this was a real home from home only charging us $9 per night per family they made our grief so much easier to bare, the doctor and nurse of Kingston NICU were amazing and I'll never for get the kindness of the people of Kingston. On September 13th 2003, Junior came back to Toronto and for the next 8 months Sick Kids Hospital became our home and The Red team of the NICU became our extended family, Junior battle for life was a long hard fight, he went through so many different problems and faught each one of them with great pride. Junior was 24/7 Ventalator dependent through a trach, he had chronic lung and liver disease. He was very small for his age and at 11 months only got up to 5lbs and fed through a G tube But he was a fighter he faught for life with great determination and taught us all great lessons even his doctors and nurses On May 13th 2004 after spending 8 months in Sick kids NICU and a total of 11 months in hospital. My son got to come home and for 3 and a half weeks we had such an amazing time, taking him to Walmart the airport to Church, out for walks and he was so happy for 3 whole weeks; no daily jabs with needles for blood nothing. But love was given to him he was so happy. On Friday June 4th 2004, Junior became really sick and started to bleed internally so we took him back to Sick Kids Hospital, where he really did try to fight the battle of life. But his sister's voice came through one last time that was much louder than mine could ever be and at 02.45 a.m. on Saturday June 5th 2004 he could not fight any more. With over 50 cardiac arrests in the last 11 months, my son died going to join his sister in heaven and became my second guardian angel in 11 months to go and sleep with god. Junior had an amazing team of doctor and nurses in the NICU at sick kids just to name a few, Kim, Jennifer, Hazel, Mary, Heather, Amanda, Judy, Dr James, Dr Newman, Rebecca RN, Rebecca SW, Barb, Micheal, Sue, Cindy, Ann Suzzanne, Christa, many more too many to mention. You are all amazing people and my family love you all. Never give up on your child. Fight to the end but when the time does come for your baby to leave you, remember it is not your fault and remember your baby loves you and is looking down on you from heaven. Junior was my life for 11 months. I sat by his bedside for many many hours, held him, kissed him, sang to him, read books and played with him. Bringing him home for 3 weeks was the best thing I could have done. We never dreamed he would leave us so soon but he did but my love for him is still very very strong and will just get stronger and stronger each and every day. Junior is not gone. He lives in my heart. I can not touch him or or hold him. I can not smell him, bathe him, dress him or just watch him sleep, but I can remember the time that I did have him and that is the best gift of all. I know I will see him again one day because his death is not "goodbye" but "see you later." A message from Junior Do Not Cry for me because I will look upon you from heaven. I always love you when I was with you. Now I love you even more and waite for you beside Jesus. Another story I was told was please don't cry for your baby because in heaven God gave all the little children a candle to light so that they could go walking with him in the gardens. One little boy did not go when the Angels asked him why he did not walk with god he told them "I can not because my mother's tears keep putting my candle out so I'm unable to walk with god" The moral of the story is don't cry be happy for your baby and let them walk in the garden with god.
Grief is new to me I never had time to grieve for my daughter because my son was too sick and her spirt lived on in him. But now they're both gone and it is very painful but all I know for my babies sake my life must go on and I just have to remember the good times not the bad. JADE ALMAS HIJAZI June 28th 2003 IBRAHIM JUNIOR HIJAZI June 28th 2003 until June 5th 2004
My Babies
My angels
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