Please take a look, as this page went under a MAJOR change, and will be having changes through the year. *****TRIGGER WARNING*****
Hello, and welcome. My name is Mallory, or Mousie as some people know me as. I was born and raised in the Yakima Valley (born in Prosser & grew up in Sunnyside). I come from a very big family (my mom comes from 7 siblings and my dad comes from 24 siblings. Yes, you re
ad that correctly, 24! In my immediate family I'm the baby of 3. An older sister and brother, and we have a bit of an age gap, almost 10 years. I become a first time mom at the age of 21, to a beautiful little girl. She genuinely saved my life and I didn't realize it until I got those positive lines. It was me and her against the world for a few years. Until my middle son came into the picture after almost 5 years. I didn't know I could possible love another person as much as I did my daughter (having a boy just hits different lol). Life was crazy, being a full time working mom, holding a house hold together and having to adjust to having a newborn again, since it had been a few years. Life was ok, both kids were happy, healthy and we had a roof over our heads. Well 6 months after my middle son was born, life was about to get more hectic, because I found out I was pregnant with my youngest child, Mathias Jace. Mathias Jace was born on November 25, 2016 at 1:17pm. He was my Black Friday Baby. Mathias was born weighting in at 8lb 15oz. He was my biggest light skinned baby boy. He was also my last one as the more times I became pregnant, it was hard on my body. He was born via C-Section and was my easiest delivery and recovery. I enjoyed all the time I could with him as I wasn't able to take a lot of time off with my older since I had to go back to work, to provide. Since Mathias was my last one, I had plans on taking a whole year off and enjoy all the things I missed with my older kids. I thought life was hectic with an age gap of 5 years, but having 2 babies under 2 years of age, was a lot, but I enjoyed every second of it. I would do it over and over and over again without hesitation. Life had other plans.
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In the early hours of February 15, 2017, I was woken up to a loud scream, a scream I will forever hear in the back of my mind. I woke up, sat up and asked for my son as I didn't full comprehend what was going on. Once my son was given to me, I knew right then and there, I was living every parents worst nightmare. Just typing this out, is taking me back to that very moment. It was freezing rain that night, roads were slick. I remember having to call 911 that night and having the phone on the floor as I performed CPR on my lifeless baby boy. I remember screaming and begging to the dispatcher to please bring him back (I'm a CMA, I'm trained on performing CPR, but when its your own child, all that goes out the window and panic mode takes over). The ambulance finally came, which felt like hours later. They didn't ask questions, they pushed me to the side, swept my son up and ran out the door. I ran out the door, no shoes, no pants or jacked. I barely had a top that covered anything. I remember police lights, I remember everything going so slow, as reality was happening, but my mind was having a hard time catching up and processing everything that was going on. I wasn't allowed in the ambulance, I was driving to the hospital by one of the officers that were there that night. Again that drive felt like it was hours long, but was only minutes long. I prayed, begged, bargained, I offered my beating heart, my last breath to be taken to be given to my son. We finally got to the emergency department, I was taken in the back, I remember nurses, doctors, and aide running everywhere are they were in saving measures, knowing exactly what to do. Then, movement started to slow down, and a nurse who had a green clipboard, walked up to me and stated these haunting words "How much longer would you like us to work on him, Mom?" I dropped to my knees and was screaming but nothing came out. I was brought to my feet and walked into the room where my beautiful son was laying, and I knew the doctor couldn't answer, but I asked anyways. I asked him if this was his child, what he would do, I knew the answer, but I never wanted to be so wrong in my life. He replied with the softest voice and looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Mom, I cant answer that for you.", as he tried so hard not lose his composure. I took off whatever I had and left my tank top on, told them to stop and leave me son alone, and the Doctor called the Time of Death. One of the male nurses, that was working that night, places a clean, dry diaper on him. I picked up my son and held him, kissed him, smelled him as much as I could. I tried to remember ever crease in this perfectly light skin. Everyone that night showed so much heart, and I couldn't have asked for a better staff that night. Fast-forward to a few hours later, once reality started to settle in, and money popped into my head. I remember standing in my moms kitchen facing the fridge and crying because we had no money to bury our son. At that time, there was only one income. I remember my mom hugging me as tight as she could, telling me "Don't worry Mija, me and your dad will pay for it." The next day, funeral arrangements were made, items were picked out, and the date was set for my Mathias. My son was only 11weeks and 4days old, and his funeral was over $6,000. Once we came to the cost, I told the funeral home, we didn't have much money, and my dad said he was going to take care of it. I was given 2 applications for financial assistance. I applied and hoped for the best. As a parent, who has always provided for her kids, no matter what situation I was in. The one time, I needed to provide, I wasn't able too. As parents, we are suppose to provide for our children in anyway possible. The day of Mathias funeral, happened to be the same day as my youngest nephews 1st birthday. I got to be in the delivery room. The day I seen life being brought into the world, just a short 12months prior, was the same day, I had to lay my son down to his final resting place. That same day, I received a call from the 2 foundations/organizations and were we blessed and they helped with a little over HALF of my sons funeral cost. The weight that was lifted, is so much greater then I could ever explain. I will forever be grateful for the help the provided for my family and I. My goal for this page, is for everyone to follow the journey. My kids and I are approaching 4 years. And we as a family, are in a place were we would love to give back to the community, the valley, were my kids and I were born & raised. The foundations/organizations that helped us, are based out of the Seattle area and we don't have anything like this around this area. I, the mother of, Mathias Jace, ask you, from the bottom of my heart to please consider helping us to get this started. I'm needing to raise some money to make this become a 501(c)3. And to help families around here, not have to worry about some of the cost that comes along after losing their child. That should be the last thing on their mind. We will be documenting the journey, of the start of the MADE WITH LOVE MATHIAS JACE FOUNDATION, on our social medias, here, Snap: madewluvmathias, TikToc: . We, Big Sister, Big Brother, and Mommy of, Mathias Jace, thank each and every one of you, for taking the time to read our story.
