On June 3, 1999; we went for a routine ultrasound and found out that our baby's heart had stopped beating. Labor was to be induced two days later. During those two days I crocheted a tiny gown for our baby to wear and be buried in, and made a blanket. On June 5, our son, Dennis James Wilcox was born, tiny but perfect. Later we found out that there had been a problem with his placenta, which is what caused his little heart to stop beating. I miss my precious son so very much. My only comfort is in knowing that he is with Jesus. It has been nearly eight months, and I still miss my precious son so very much. The bad days are getting farther apart, but he will always live on in our hearts. The road seems so long to walk, I am so thankful for my friends and family, many of my friends whom I've met on the net; without them I don't think I could have made it. And most of all I am thankful to God for carrying me through this. He says He will never give us more than we can handle, but sometimes during this I have had my doubts about that, but through it all, He has carried me when I couldn't do it on my own. I know He had a plan, and in His infinite wisdom He took our son home, but that doesn't stop me from missing Dennis. The short time we had with Dennis James is forever engraved on our hearts. We will never forget holding him, admiring his perfect, tiny little body. How perfectly he was formed, even down to his little toes! He looked like Daddy already, and had big hands for such a little boy! I will always treasure the time we got to spend holding him and loving him. But I also have so many regrets, so many things I wish I had done differently. If only I could go back to that day and hold him again, and do all of the things I lay awake thinking about at night... After his death I found out about Afghans For Angels, and Care Wear. All crochet, sew or knit for God's tiniest babies. In Dennis' name I began crocheting and sewing for these babies. I have found some healing by doing this; knowing that because of him, others are helped. Although he never breathed a breath on this earth, he has already touched so many lives. We buried our precious baby on June 7, and along with him went a piece of me. He will always live on in our hearts and memories, until we see him again in Heaven. We know Jesus is watching over him and taking care of him. You can also help these precious babies, for more info on how you can help, follow the links to Afghans For Angels and Care Wear. God Bless You.
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