On Tuesday 2nd December at about 10.45pm our beautiful baby boy, Owen, died.
Though at the moment our grief is nearly unbearable and we’re living each hour as it comes, we remember with joy and love our little Owen, the most beautiful baby in the world.
We had a lovely day Tuesday. Owen and I had had to go into the Royal Children’s for an appointment and he traveled really well. I even thought that I may be able to take him out a bit more. When we got home we had a couple of restful hours before a friend, Lee arrived to have a play with Owen. They spent a couple of hours together and she took him for a walk, something he loved.
That evening another friend, Anna, came over and we chatted, played with Owen, and put him to bed. As usual I checked him several times but he seemed to be quite comfortable and sleeping happily. And then when I checked him again, he was dead.
Tony was away for the first time since May. He had kissed us both good-bye in the morning as we were sleeping on the lounge together, and he had even taken a photo of us.
The next couple of hours were very surreal. I was sure that Owen was dead when I saw him, and I was right, but we still called the ambos and tried all we could. The same fire men came as the Sunday before, so it was pretty traumatic for them. This time they didn’t leave when the ambos arrived but waited to see what the outcome would be. As if we didn’t all know. During all this Anna was desperately trying to get the phone number of Tony’s hotel in the Barossa as him mobile phone’s battery was flat…
Finally the ambos gave up on Owen and the grief that I’d been holding at bay washed over me. There is nothing in this world quite like it and I wouldn’t wish the experience on my worse enemy. Not that I think I have one…
Meanwhile Tony was beside himself trying to get home. Fortunately his boss was with him as were other work colleagues; they charted a plane and drove him to Adelaide airport.
That night – fittingly – was the biggest electrical storm over Melbourne for some years. Tony flew through it in a tiny plane with a pilot he describes as looking about 12, and came home to Owen and me.
Despite the ambos wanting to take us to the hospital (I really couldn’t see the point) we were waiting for him.
Owen’s funeral was on Sunday 7th December. Thank you to everyone who came and all those who sent cards, flowers, letters and emails. All the support during and after Owen’s life has been amazing, and has made a difference to us in that we do not feel so alone in our grief. Owen was loved by many, and he deserved to be. Little pumpkin.
We will update this site in a month or so, as Owen’s story is not over, and neither is ours.
I have said many times, if love was what Owen needed to help him, he would not have had any trouble at all.