Losing a child is the worst thing that a woman or parent should go through. I want to create this webpage, this blog to tell and spread my son's story. The other patients and doctors stop and starred at Rhett at how perfect he is. His color, shape, and character from the beginning was so angelic. From this moment I knew he was angel sent from God. He was a happy baby. We had Rhett for 4 months and
2 weeks, 2 days. On January 16th 2016 it was such a pretty morning. I can still remember the sounds coming from Rhett as he woke me up growling like a dinosaur to wake me for his morning bottle. That night was a stuffy night and I noticed his onsie was damp,soaked from sweat, so his dad gave him a warm bath and dressed him. We all 3 were taking turns giggling and playing with Rhett to keep up from getting fussy. That day we were getting ready to have lunch at Chic-Fil-A and a trip to Lufkin Zoo. About 9:45 Rhett was fussy and ready for his 2nd morning bottle. I remember sitting down and talking to him singing to him as he smiled drinking his bottle. He watched me very closely and listened with all his attention focusing on me. "Momma's Rhett Roo, Momma's Punkin, Momma's Baby, That's Momma's Sweet baby, Momma's Rhett, Momma's Roo". He loved me singing that and it gave me such joy. I sang until he finished and drifted off to sleep. I rocked him just a little longer and giving him those squeezes you just have to get from a chunky baby. I can still remember walking to the right side of my bed, laying him down out of harms way. And walking away thinking he will wake up soon I better get ready. About 42 mins later his father and I walked into the bedroom to wake up Rhett with smiling faces. We both stood there froze as we noticed how lifeless he looked. I can still remember the tone in his father's voice saying " Chelsea, Chelsea, CHELSEA!!!" and we both immediately started screaming. I flipped Rhett over and began CPR as his father called 911 and pulled Ryder away. I can still taste the spit up in my mouth from him spitting up all over me. I continued CPR, I prayed and begged Rhett to wake up, begging God not to take him and to just give him back but still nothing. The ambulance got there and the paramedics began to revive Rhett I stayed by his side as his father was telling the police what happened, I kept praying and screaming begging them to save my baby. They quickly pulled him away to take him to Nacogdoches Memorial and we followed. I can remember waiting for hours and not getting to see Rhett. The Chaplin came in and told us Rhett had a heartbeat and held it for 7minutes. It gave us hope. They explained they would be sending Rhett to Cook's Childrens in Fort Worth by plane. I was able to ride with Rhett. It was the worst hour of my life. I had to just sit there wondering and I was terrified. The medic on board would pray over Rhett and kiss him. I knew in that moment my baby was really gone. We got to Cook's and the doctors worked on him and still couldn't get his heartbeat back and explained he was gone. That if they kept on he would be a vegetable on a machine and they were only hurting him. They couldn't get his heartbeat back. My baby was gone. We each held him and said our goodbyes. He was still so beautiful and angelic. I sang our song to him one last time. "Look he's sleeping, He's only sleeping." I'm writing this to share my son's story, to help mom's, dad's be aware of what can happen at any moment. To always take every chance you can to hold your babies. And always Always say I love you. SIDS is something that is hidden from us because it is such a painful hurt no one can explain it. There's no answer, no reason to why, and no one to blame, I write this to say become aware and not just of what can happen, But aware that any moment that moment can be taken. For no reason. When he left he took a huge piece of me I will never get back. He brought me to my faith and has gave me a light through this darkness. In this I have realized you left something even bigger here on earth and it is my job to share it. My son' purpose, his life, his memory, his voice has become my passion. This storm has brought me to my knees, I have looked fear in the eyes and this monster that took my baby I have to chose to face it! My son left this earth January 16th 2016, but he is still alive through me. He gave me life, he brought me back to life, he has shown me what he was brought into this world to do and why God made me his mom. 2015 was a year that was full of sadness, heartache, and loss. Now 2016 began that way but I chose to not look at it that way anymore. Rhett's death brought me out of the darkness and he brought me back to life! I have never felt more alive when I am telling his story I can feel him making my voice louder. I will not stop until every parent knows my story and hears my son's voice. I want people to see how his life, legacy and memory is shining through me because I chose to fight this fight. Every baby deserves to wake up. Every baby deserves to have their story told and their name screamed from the roof tops! I will be their voice. I will be their light. I am coming alive for the babies that can't! Share Rhett's story. Share your story if your little has been taken by SIDS. I will use this page and blog to write and share things to help mom's and keep my son's memory alive. Rhett Sloan "Roo" Your wings were ready but my heart was not. You are my saving grace.
