A Real Sad Story

On February 7, 2000 born into this world were Nathanial James Triplett and Mason Lee Triplett, beautiful twins and my precious boys. I will never forget Nate coming out first and almost instantly coming to life with strong breaths and healthy cries. Ten minutes later Mason came into the open air, but he made no sound. Two nurses hurried him just to my right and began doing their thing to bring breath to the little guy. It actually only took seconds, but indeed it felt like a thousand and one lifetimes before he finally sucked air. They were allowed a few moments with their mother and were then immediately whisked off to the neonatal care unit to be observed. Right off you could tell that Nate fought pretty hard to stay where he was because his head was really oblong from the struggle with the steel forceps. Mason must have thought "well, I'm going with him so why fight" because his head was nice and round. One honor that can never be taken from me are the moments when a nurse handed me Mason and I fed him for the first time from a tiny, little bottle. I'll never forget looking down into his little eyes as I put the nipple to his mouth. He really was trying to figure out what was going on. Should I open my eyes wide? Should I close them and sleep? Who are you that is holding me? I'm not gonna look at that, but thank you for putting it in my mouth. He was simply amazing. The first of an endless array of tears for my children began there in that moment. Little did I know that my tears of joy and thanksgiving would turn into tears of unimaginable grief, and longing, and pain. I can only pray to my Father that what has happened here with me and my two boys will be rectified by heavenly agents by heavenly means. If it should come any other way, the horror of it would be simply otherworldly.