Five years ago I gave birth to a preemie. He weighed 14oz. The little guy fought a good fight for 6 days, but was plagued by too many issues. We decided (at the doctor's suggestion) to take him off his oxygen.
For anyone who has lost a child you know the pain. Connor was the second person I sat with while taking their final breath. While I know it was for the best, it was the toughest thing I've done to date.
We later found out just how serious his issues were and know he never would've had any quality of life.
Today I want to wish my son a happy birthday. I love and miss him every day.