Stories of Other Loss
My Little Man, My Little Angel
by Amanda, Milton, U.S.A.
On November 30 1997 my life changed forever. My sister had a little boy named Nathan and from the word go I was wrapped around his little finger. Nathan and I would have such a blast together. He always loved the ice cream for breakfast when he slept over. On June 28 2002, my sister's other little boy Dylan was born. Dylan was having a hard time breathing and was slipping into heart failure. After being moved to a different hospital, we learned that Dylan had Infantile Marfan Syndrome. Among many of the complications of this syndrome, the worst is the heart complications. Dylan, my little man as I called him, was in the hospital for the first 6 weeks of his life then was able to come home. When he got home and I got to hold him and see him open his eyes I was wrapped around his finger; just like I was with his brother.
The summer of 2002 seemed to fly by and I had a blast spending most of it with my sister and the boys. In October of that same year when Dylan was only 4 months old, we were informed that Dylan was going to need to have heart surgery. We were all so scared. I didn't know what to do or think so I did the only thing I could have done, spent as much time with my little man as possible. Dylan went in for surgery on December 12, 2002. Things went very well. He was doing very good and was expected to come home on December 18 only 6 days after his surgery. Then on Tuesday December 17 at 2:15 in the morning I got the call that nobody ever wants to get. It was my mother telling me that Dylan went into cardiac arrest and they weren't sure if he was going to make it. Within minutes, my brother-in-law was at my house, and a trip to the hospital which usually took almost two hours only lasted us about 45 minutes. When we got to the hospital I learned that Dylan was on life support. After being on support for 5 days, it was apparent that he wasn't going to recover, and my sister and her husband made the hardest decision of their lives. My family all went down to see Dylan and to say goodbye to him but how do you say goodbye to something that you don't want to let go?
My little man Dylan Andrew passed peacefully in his mother's arms at 12:07 p.m. on Monday December 23 2002.
Dylan was a very special baby; a gift from God. I miss him so much and sometimes when I think about him I still cry, but I just try to remind myself that he is in a better place now with no more pain. I know that I will see my little man again someday, but for now he is just my little angel!!! If you have any questions about Dylan please feel free to contact me at mesangiz03@aol.com or his mommy (my sister) at n8_n_dylan@yahoo.com.
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