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Yesterday marked 3 years since we said good-bye. 3 years since we were told you would no longer be there with us to celebrate life or grow up with us around you. It is so hard to believe that 3 years have already passed. We wonder so much what you would be like, who you would look like, how you would behave. Would you love going to daddy's softball games as much as your big sister does? Would you be as impressed with the baby on the way as she is? Would you like coloring? Would you prefer crayons or markers? Would you be a good listener or have a stubborn streak? Would you have the patience yet to sit through a whole movie or much rather prefer to run and jump and play?
It's hard not to feel as though we were robbed of our life with you. We were. I can understand that you are always with us, I can feel your presense and know that we keep your memory alive every single day, but it isn't the same as having you here to give hugs and kisses too. It isn't the same to take you you decorations to make your grave site look like Halloween and fall as it would be to take you to the pumpkin patch and let you experience Halloween and fall. I bet you would have loved climbing over the huge pumpkins we saw last week. I bet you would be absolutely all boy, tough, strong and independent.
Every day we miss you. Every single day we wish you were here with us, even if it sounds selfish to prefer that you were a part of our Earthly lives knowing it cannot begin to compare to the beauty I have no doubt you enjoy every single day. We love you so much our little prince.
Comments Matthew will always be missed. Hugs and kisses - Patty
3 years and 6 hours ago, I woke up in intense pain. My room was fairly dark and Dusty was asleep in the corner on the fold out couch. The light streaming from the hallway showed the monitors next to me. I was tempted to strap the monitors to my stomach myself to see if what I was feeling were strong contractions or something else. 5 minutes later I didn't need to, the pain and the tightening of my uterus made it clear that this was it, this time it was real.
I pushed the button for the nurse to come in and whispered, so I wouldn't wake Dusty quite yet, that I was in labor and they needed to call the doctor. The nurse came in, in my 10 week stay, I had met her for the first time at 7:00 PM the night before. She didn't want to call the doctor yet, she wanted me to get on the monitor. Sure enough, I withered there in pain for an hour with contractions every 2-3 minutes apart, shooting off the 100 scale they use on the monitors. I asked for pain relief, she called the doctor.
An hour and a half after the first pain the doctor called and I could have some pain medication and some benadryl to see if this was real labor or not. It was real. There was no mistaking it. This type of consistent pain didn't happen without progress. It couldn't. The medicine helped a little bit and I was still asking them to whisper, just in case they were right, why wake Dusty? It was in the wee hours of Monday morning and he had work to go to!
Another hour passed with contractions right on top of each other. We were 2 1/2 hours into this, it was 4 AM. I told the nurse I knew what this pain was, I knew what the pressure was. It was time. He was ready to be born. No, no, no, they said. You weren't dilated at all last night, we have to know for sure before we do another sterile spec exam. I told her I had pressure. At 4 AM, she relented. There he was, 10 cm dilated, at a +3 station, butt first. Now, we woke Dusty up. There was no denying it, he wanted out, right now, one way or another.
Dusty put his shoes on as they put in my IV and the nurse called for help. They didn't have time to call my perinatologist and have her there to deliver me. There just wasn't time. They were wheeling me into the OR before Dusty had his second shoe on. In the hallway, I was excited, dazed, confused and medicated. They happened to run into my regular OB in the hallway and grabbed him. At 4:20 AM, we heard the most amazing sound, the baby we had been fighting for, the baby we were told wouldn't make it, the baby we were told would have minimal, if any lung development came into this world and cried. After a quick look he was whisked off to the NICU with daddy following him.
August 6, 2007 Matthew Jackson was born into this world at 33 weeks gestation, weighing in at 4lbs 14 oz and 18 inches long. He had the proudest parents and most loving big sister. That was the first day of his short 70 day life, each day he was loved, cared for and appreciated in so many ways.
Happy Birthday Matthew. We love you and miss you more than words could ever begin to express. We talk to you and of you so often. We wonder how you would look, how your voice would sound, how you would react to the puppy, what kind of birthday party you would want, what kind of toys you would ask for, how you would feel about becoming a big brother, if you would be ready to start playing sports or preschool, and what you would want to do today to celebrate. We never have to wonder how much you would be loved, spoiled and cared for. We never have to wonder how different our life would be if you were still here.
Today, daddy, Kaitlyn and I will go to the cemetery. We will take you balloons and flowers and wish you a happy birthday. Our hearts will be heavier today, knowing how much harder days like today are without you here. Knowing how much hope and promise we had on this day 3 short years ago.
Tomorrow, the friends and family whose lives you touched, who love you and carry you in their hearts will send you balloons. We will celebrate your life with those that mean the most to us. We will remember how happy we were when you were born and we will wish you the happiest of birthdays as you watch down on us.
We love you.
Comments Beautifully written, Denise! I am misty-eyed. I swear it feels like just yesterday he was born and we came to see him. Matthew touched so many and continues to do so, as do you and your amazing family. - Jamie Arellano
We love you guys so much. Thank you for sharing Matthew with us and for forever changing our lives. - Trepp Family
Matthew has touch so many lives including mine. I never got a chance to meet him but I feel like I have. Such beautiful words about a beautiful baby. I feel blessed to know you and your amazing family. - Amanda Bonham
This weekend we were able to decorate Matthew's site for Christmas. We put up his tree, lights, ornaments, wreath and all of his knick knacks. I think next year we are going to get a new tree, a more "real" looking tree.
Matthew would have been 2 for this Christmas. The age when Christmas starts becoming so much more fun!! There isn't a day that goes by that we don't think about and talk about Matthew. Christmas time is always a little bit harder. As we run out to buy the stores for Kaitlyn our neices and nephew, we don't get to spoil Matthew in the same way. I find myself wandering through stores looking at things I think he would like this year. I wonder if he would be into Cars or more into Monster Trucks. Would he love books as much as Kaitlyn did or Movies as much as Kaitlyn does now? Would he want new toys or big boy furniture? How cool would it be for Santa to have a little motorized ATV under the tree for him to actually be able to use? Or to be able to give him a candy cane out of his stocking?
Kaitlyn has been talking about Matthew a lot. Her Christmas wish is for him to come down and see her for the day. And even though it is absolutely not possible, I can easily find myself making that same wish.
To our little prince, we wish you the best possible Christmas. We know you have the greatest view and are going to the greatest celebrations, we just wish you were here with us. We love you so much.
Comments Were you able to take pics of his Christmas decor? I'd love to see them and I won't have a chance to get over there before New Years. :( - Drea
This would be Molly''s second Christmas. I really miss her. I like how you decorate Matthew's headstone. I think I'll have to do that for Molly's next year. - Bridget O'Connor bhp/oconnortwins