After Andrew fell asleep, they started a morphine drip to keep him comfortable; he's such a bruiser that they had to turn it up a few times before he even felt it. We sat next to his bed and held his hands until he was sleeping so soundly that he wasn't taking extra breaths above the ones the ventilator was giving him. We then moved him to my lap, added another sedative to guarantee complete comfort, and removed his ventilator tube. It was the first we've seen his beautiful upper lip in a long time (it looks just like mine), and we were able to say goodbye and kiss his little mouth. He was completely peaceful snuggled in my arms, and he slowly drifted away. At 7:03pm, the doctor confirmed that he was gone.
Of course this ordeal was not what anyone was expecting during our pregnancy. We've been heartbroken throughout the last five months, and we were devastated when we realized he wasn't going to recover as we had hoped. However, given the eventual outcome, we're confident that today went as well as it possibly could. We had a wonderful time with him the last few days, and were able to bid him farewell and obtain some measure of closure. He fought long and hard, and he was a brave little boy; today we simply allowed him to stop fighting.
Andrew Christopher Ryan
June 15, 2007 - November 19, 2007
June 15, 2007 - November 19, 2007
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