Ill go ahead and type this out now because I will either be too busy, asleep or at some point slightly anti-social to even try. But tomorrow is a special day to me. Tomorrow would have been my son Kyles 10th birthday. 10 years ago on January 7th, 2005 I became a father for the very 1st time. I remember I only got to see him for about 2 min before they rushed him into his first of many surgeries he would endure over his short life span. Kyle was born with a omphalocele , which is basically a severe hernia. His was one of the worst the state had seen. Every internal organ except his heart and lungs was on the outside of his body due to his leg being caught in the umbilical cord causing a deformation of his right leg, a severe cause of scoliosis and a few other issues. I waited for 6 hours until they had him set up in a place I would call home for several months, the neo-natal intensive care unit. While in this NICU I was terrified, 22 yr old kid looking at my son who was laid on a bed almost like you see a frog in a biology lab. No matter how many questions I asked the nursing staff there always had a answer. I got to spend 15 min with him before I was whisked away and gave this information. I was told they had 10 days to get the organs back in, that he had a mortality rate of 30%, that he may not live past 10 days and if so he would be blind, deaf, and possibly even mentally retarded. That was devastating, yet we all had hope. For 4 months, almost every waking second if I wasnt at work I was calling, if I wasnt calling I was there with him. In those months I would try to learn as much as I could about him, from him, with him. Im not going to get into all the details and relive the morning he left us because that is another hell I go through almost every day of my life. We did though find out that not only had he technically beaten their odds by living 110 days, but he had perfect vision, hearing and brain function, so he proved them all wrong on that. But I see him, I see him every day in pictures, in my tattoos of him, and through his little sister Emma who looks just like him. I wish she could have met him but knowing that she knows of him and loves him makes me a happy and proud dad of my kids. Hard to believe its been 10 yrs. Miss you buddy, have fun with Granny Grace, Pawpaw and all of the others I have lost in my life. Happy Birthday, Daddy loves and miss you! RIP Kyle Edward Jones 1/7/05-4/30/05
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 01:34:47 +0000