THE LIFE OF ISAIAH.

OUR HEAVENLY ANGEL

THIS PAGE DEDICATED IN MEMORY OF OUR SON ISAIAH M.THOMAS
Born 3/28/96 Died of S.I.D.S 9/15/96

ALL 5 MONTHS OF HIS LIFE.

The song playing is Jesus Loves Me

ISAIAH MIKEL THOMAS was born 3-28-96 at 2:53am.Weighing in at 7 pounds 11 ounces 20 1/2 inches long and 7 weeks premature. I was due May 5th but he decided he was ready for this world sooner. So after almost 24 hours in labor and boy was I exhausted they decided to do a c-section which by the time I was like get him out any way possible....LOL

At birth he was healthy but one problem he did have was he didnt want to suck the bottle...Pure lazyness he got honestly from me...LOL.So to feed him they had to put a n/g tube in and feed him like that.As the days went on he slowly got the hang of the bottle and only needed the tube at times.

I was released on 4-1 but he had to stay because of this eating problem so for the next 13 days it was back in forth to Morgantown Wva which is almost 3 hours from where we live.I called round the clock also so we had one whopper of a phone bill which I do it all again just for him.

Finally on April 14th he was released and boy I couldnt wait to get home with our new baby and start being the mommy I dreamed of being.On the day he was released they sat me down and explained that they had found what they suspected to be crainal synostosis which is where the skull bones had closed prematurly and every babys soft spot is to stay open til around 1yr. This did not alarm us due to the fact my husband was born with this condition and was corrected when he was 5 months old.After bringing him home I made an appointment at childrens hospital in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania with a nuro surgent named DR. POLLACK. On May1st he was seen by Dr. Pollack and his team and concluded yes Isaiah did have this condition and needed corrected.So on June 4th he was admitted and surgery was performed.He came through it just fine and only stayed 4 days in the hospital.The doctors were amazed at how fast he recovered and discharged him to go home.

He had monthly check ups with Dr.Pollack and everything was good.His family doctor was Dr.Shultz close to where we live and I still blame that man for the death of our son and always will.
Around 3 months of age Isaiah started spitting up everything he ate and I dont mean just little amounts, alot all the time.I kept calling his Dr. and he just kept telling me oh he's fine stop worring.Well the beginning of August I called him on a Sunday because Isaiah was spitting up alot and breathing funny,he told me well I will try to see him in the morning but im pretty booked up well that hit a nerve and I went off. I said no tell you what I will find him another Dr. because you dont try to see my son,you treat him as if he's the presidents child and I hung up on him. So Monday morning I found him a new Dr.Took him to see him and the first thing he said was I suspect reflux disease so referred him to childrens hospital to see a gastroligist but they couldnt get him in til October 1 and sad to say our son died September 15 1996.That day a big part of me went with him.

It was a sunday morning and he had been up with me,my husband,and my neice and he wouldnt eat which was strange because boy could my son eat and he just wasnt acting himself like something was bothering him. So my husband took them up stairs to watch tv and boo{as we call him}fell asleep so my husband put him on our bed and stayed right next to him. Well he kept checking on him and went to the bathroom and came back and my neice jumped on the bed and when she did this boo's body came up but never did he make a move.Dave grabbed him and started screaming for me and I met them at the steps and took him and started cpr.I at first thought he had choked on something or was having a seizer the way his eyes were rolled back. I called the paramedics and they were here in 3 minutes but he was flat line the whole time.They got him to the hospital and worked on him for 25 minutes but he was gone. The Dr. came in and when he said sids I hit the floor screaming no my baby didnt just forget to breath. We said no to an autopsy because we did not want them cutting on him.We gave him a very lovely funeral but I was very hosstial toward alot of the people who showed up and let it be known that I was sicken by the fact that they would come see our son dead but never once graced my door step to see him when he was alive.And the comments some would say like good thing he took him so young before you could really get attached.EXCUSE ME you get attached to a favorite coat or pillow or something that is materialistic not a human,not your child.You get attached to an animal, I love my son unconditionally from the moment I was told I was pregnant,I didnt get attached so for all you out there who may think you are comforting us parents by saying mess like this it only makes the hurt worse.Also the other one that really got me was your young you can have more or GOD needed him in heaven...Yes I sure can have more but that can't and won't replace the one I buried for all children are unique and they can never be replaced and God needing him in heaven does nothing for comforting because all you can think of is how you need them,want them,and love them .

The next few months that followed were lived in a blurr state not wanting to accept my boo,my baby,my life was gone and to sids of all things.It got to the point that in august of 97 I had him exumed and an autopsy done on him because I just couldnt go on not knowing the truth. So a Forensic Patholigist named Dr.Smith did it from Beaver Pennsylvania and he listed the likely cause of death fatal aspiration due to the reflux disease. Finally a real cause,and a closer for me.He did say that since my son had been embombed he couldnt be for sure but did find particals in his lungs so its still listed unexplained infant death but more then likely had we done an autopsy at the time of death they would of been able to say 100% for sure fatal aspiration. We have made it through but the struggle has been hard and at times I like to just give up and die to but my son would not want that and thats the cowards way out. We plan on more children and I had found out this January of 98 that I was pregnant and this baby was due on September 15th the day our son died but sad to say I miscarriaged on February the 21 and it was twin girls.

We have suffered many losses but I do beleive the Lord is going to bless us as he did with boo and all this that has happened was for a reason and my Lord has seen us through many hard times and no matter what his love is there and one day we will know the reasons but for now we have to just trust in his love and never stop beleiving.

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO YOU BOO....

MOMMY LOVES YOU WITH ALL OF HER HEART, THE DAY HAD COME FOR US TO PART AND EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT HERE, IN MY HEART I HOLD YOU NEAR. I WILL NEVER SEE YOU GROW BUT THIS PAIN I WILL ALWAYS KNOW. NOTHING I DO CAN TAKE IT AWAY,NOT EVEN WHEN I SIT AND PRAY. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR BIRTH,TEARS OF JOY FILLED MY EARTH, BUT NOW I LIVE WITH TEARS OF PAIN,THAT WILL NEVER GO AWAY. I ONLY HAD FIVE MOTHS WITH YOU,THE LORD CAME AND TOOK YOU WAY TO SOON. I MISS YOU MORE AND MORE EACH DAY,IN EVERY LITTLE SINGLE WAY. AND NOW I BLOW THIS KISS TO YOU,AND SAY GOODNIGHT,I LOVE YOU BOO.

LOVE MOMMA.