Nine days ago, on Saturday, April 16, my fiancé and I awoke to find our beautiful, three-week old daughter, Caroline, had stopped breathing. Alyssa and I were overjoyed after a long pregnancy to give birth to our beautiful baby girl. A complication put our daughter in the NICU in Portland, Oregon where we stayed for two weeks, to be sure everything was okay with her before we took her home. Finally, the day arrived, and we drove back to our home in Tillamook, Oregon. Sadly, only a week later, we lost our little girl. Caroline was being fussy, and so my fiancé took her out of her bassinet to breast feed her in bed. At some point, she fell asleep with Caroline next to her. As I woke, my fiancé told me to turn on the light. It was obvious that something was wrong. “Caroline, wake up, wake up,” is all I heard, and then “call 911!” I was so panicked that I couldn’t even dial the phone, so I called for my mother-in law who was staying with us to call 911. We then took Caroline out of her swaddle and got her in the living room where my mother-law attempted to perform CPR. The EMPT’s soon arrived, but we’re not able to revive her. They said they could transfer her to the ER if I liked, and the doctors could look at her. So off they rushed to the ER, as we stood there, horrified. Soon after the doctor came over and said there was nothing they could do, that our little girl was gone. The pain, sadness, and agony we feel sometimes feels like it is more than we can bear. I wanted to share this story with all of you. Sometimes it feels like we are all alone in this.
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