Posted on 09/08/2009 3:08:09 PM PDT by pillut48
Father-son time
T.K. cuddled with his son for hours, telling boyhood stories of pranks and adventures and father-son trips. He carried Thomas into their garage to show him all his tools and walked barefoot with him in their front yard to let him feel the breeze and smell fresh-cut grass and hear the songbirds.
On Wednesday morning, T.K. saw a neighbor walking a miniature collie past the Lauxes' two-story, brown brick home. He took Thomas out to introduce him to the middle-aged stranger and his dog.
He knelt down to let Thomas see the collie. He teared up as the dog licked the newborn. "My son's not gonna live very long," T.K. said quietly. Deidrea watched from their front window.
"Wow. I'm so sorry," the neighbor replied.
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Excellent story.
Thank you for posting it.
Very sad but yet a story of love...
What an amazing and touching story.
It was 1982 when my older daughter was born. We knew there was trouble when my then wife started bleeding. It was way too early.
We jumped in the car and raced to the hospital. They ushered her into an observation room while I filled out paperwork. About the time I was finished a nurse came out to tell me to hurry along if I wanted to be at the delivery. This was insane - the baby wasn’t due for another 10 weeks! They got me into the surgical gown and booties and down to the operating room just in time.
It was my first delivery so, like most new fathers, I didn’t have a clue what to expect. I especially didn’t expect to hear the sounds of shocked surprise from the nurse and an “Oh dear” from the doctor. Nor was I ready for them to whisk our baby away without the customary introduction.
“What the hell is going on?!” I demanded.
No one would answer my question.
A few minutes a very sober and pale doctor returned to the operating room and said, “Your baby is alive, but has some problems. We are doing all that we can....”
“Oh, and she’s a girl”.
An interminable period later the doctor returned to give me the answers I so desperately needed.
Our baby was a “preemie”, born ten weeks early. She only weighed 3.5 pounds. She had respiratory and pulmonary problems. And she had a cleft lip and palette. We got less than a minute to see her before she was loaded into an ambulance and rushed to Children’s Hospital.
I am humbled at the amazing job that our healthcare system did that day, and in the days to follow. My daughter survived, and flourished into a lovely young lady. And all without the heavy-handed and overbearing interference of the federal government.
Bless you and your daughter.
That got me weeping.
He was born with a perforated lung, low grade infection and other respiratory ailments. He too was whisked away to intensive care in an isolette to another hospital across town which specialized in "preemies."
He was in the children's intensive care unit for the better part of a 10 days.
Twenty-one years later... this preemie --- now a man, became an Eagle Scout as a senior in high school, and now serves in the US Marine Corps while earning his degree in Biotechnolgy.
With any luck at all getting the chit he needs from his commanding officer to do so, he intends to be at the March on DC with the rest of us on Saturday.
Congratulations on a fine job of raising your son. Give him hug, shake of the hand, or salute (As appropriate) and thank him for his service for me.
I’m sitting here reading these wonderful anecdotes, full of awe at the stories of lives being fulfilled despite hard beginnings—God has blessed all of you, and your children, and may He continue to do so! :*)
18 years ago this week my second brother was born. He, we found out at birth, had a fatal heart defect. He lived five months and even though I was only 8 I remember him vividly.
I have a five month old daughter, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her at that age.
{{{Hugs}}}\
And his life is STILL touching yours today. EVERY life is precious, every single one of them.
{{{Hugs}}}\
And his life is STILL touching yours today. EVERY life is precious, every single one of them.
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