Lost my son
I got pregnant quite young. I went into labor in my sixth month. I was taken to a small town hospital where they broke my water on accident. I had to be life flighted to a better hospital in Gainesville Fl.
I was told by the Drs and nurses every time I asked that my family wasn't there. I later learned that they were there and was told they couldn't see me. I was 15, scared and alone. My son was born and passed away min later. The Drs told me he would probably have brain damage and I would have to care for his every need for the rest of his life and did I want them to do everything to save him or did I want them to help him pass.
Needless to say, I lost it completely. I told them he was my son no matter what and I would do whatever I had to do to give him a good life. And that they better do everything in their power to help my baby. I still don't know if they did or not.
A lil while later I got to hold my beautiful baby boy. I named him Jeremiah Keith Griffis. And he was perfect. I buried him a few days later. On his headstone it says, "you will always be our brightest star".
My lil sister was very young at the time and the way we explained it to her was that God needed him and if she ever missed him she could just look up to the sky and find the brightest star and that would be Jeremiah. 💙
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