I lost my son Feb. 4. 2010, I remembered that it was such a nice day out and everything seemed fine before the doctors appointment. Than every thing changed in a second I was rushed to the IWK and they couldn’t find my baby’s heartbeat. On Feb. 6. 2010 I delivered my son 2 weeks before his due date he didn’t cry he was born sleeping in the arms of Jesus. I remember holding him till he had to go, I remember he smelled like sunshine and fresh air, instead of him coming home with us we had to bury him in the ground. That was the most painful thing I have ever had to do I was only 18 at the time. I miss my little boy every day. It’s gets a bit easier for the most part.

                                          -Paula-May Busby