Our sweet angel Davis was only with us on earth for a very brief time,but he continues to live on in our hearts.Davis passed into the arms of our Lord while laying in his Gramma Bonnie's arms shortly after his birth.Though his time was short, his life deeply impacted and changed our lives forever.He will be forever cherished and loved by us...Here is his story...
On Thursday, September 5th 2002, we arrived at he hospital for the birth of our 4th son who we had decided to name Davis. It was to be a routine repeat c-section. After being admitted I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and listened to the strong heartbeat of my son and talked to his dad about when he would bring our other sons, Domnick, Dylan and Dalton to the hospital to meet thier new baby brother. I was prepped for surgery and shortly after the doctor came in and asked if we were ready. Away we went to the operating room. I felt very comfortable and confident with having the c-section as our other 3 boys had been born that way. As soon as my spinal was administered and the incision was started they called for his dad to come in, and not long after he sat down it was time for my son to be delivered...I was so excited. The nurse held a mirror up at my request so that I could watch Davis be delivered. He was so beautiful! They took him over to the warming table to clean him up. It was so quiet. I asked if he was ok and the nurse said sometimes the babies need a little help to "get them going", because often times babies born by c-section have a lot of fluid built up. It was the same way with the birth of 2 of our other boys. After a few minutes it was still quiet and I could see a look of deep concern on his fathers face. I asked him if the baby was ok and he said, "I don't know". He kept shaking his head and I could hear him saying,"Come on baby...come on little man..." We overheard one of the NICU staff say that they needed to tube him. I kept asking if he was ok, my nurse kept trying to reassure me that everything would be ok.
I heard his father pleading out loud to God to please make the baby breath. I was so scared. The NICU staff kept calling for a doctor over the intercom, the only thing I could really make out was them saying STAT and 911...A little while after my surgery was complete and my nurse said she was moving me to the recovery room so that they could continue to work on Davis.
It seemed like forever waiting to hear what was going on. My mom and sister were there with Gene and I. I was trying so hard not to cry and kept telling myself he would be ok. My mom kept saying he will be fine..."Domnick and Dyaln were hard starters too"....Finally a doctor came in after close to 2 hours and said that they were going to have to give Davis a trach...I started crying and said do whatever you need to do. Then another doctor came in and asked us if we would sign consent to have Davis transfered to Childrens Hospital. Inside I was terrified of being away from Davis and was trying to figure out how I was going to get out of the hospital and be with Davis...
Not long after signing papers for transfer, another doctor came in and told us that the best thing we could do right then was to see our son and say our good byes and let the baby "go naturally and peacefully". I stared at her and said, "I don't understand!?!". She said, that Davis had been with out oxygen for too long and that he would not "get better". His brain had been severely damaged. My world was forever changed...
They asked if we wanted to see him and I cried, "Of course I do". My Aunt Sharon had come in by now. They brought Davis in. Davis was so perfect in every way. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 21 inches long. He looked so much like his big brothers. I held my beautiful baby and cried and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. We all cried and told him how much we loved him.
We asked for a priest to come and baptize our son. When the time came to take Davis off of the air pump that they had hooked to his trach, my mom, God bless her, sat with Davis and sang to him while she rocked him. My baby passed away in the loving arms of his Gram. Davis lived for 2 hours and 57 minutes.
Davis was cremated and we had a small, but beautiful memorial service for him on October 11, 2002. We were finally able to bring our baby home with us.
Preceded in death by Great Grandma Elsie Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa James "Bruce" Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa Rev Earl E Olson
Followed in death by Great Grandma Gladys Olson
Followed in death by Grandpa Eugene "Big Gene" Bachman
Followed in death by Grandpa James "Terry" Collier
On Thursday, September 5th 2002, we arrived at he hospital for the birth of our 4th son who we had decided to name Davis. It was to be a routine repeat c-section. After being admitted I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and listened to the strong heartbeat of my son and talked to his dad about when he would bring our other sons, Domnick, Dylan and Dalton to the hospital to meet thier new baby brother. I was prepped for surgery and shortly after the doctor came in and asked if we were ready. Away we went to the operating room. I felt very comfortable and confident with having the c-section as our other 3 boys had been born that way. As soon as my spinal was administered and the incision was started they called for his dad to come in, and not long after he sat down it was time for my son to be delivered...I was so excited. The nurse held a mirror up at my request so that I could watch Davis be delivered. He was so beautiful! They took him over to the warming table to clean him up. It was so quiet. I asked if he was ok and the nurse said sometimes the babies need a little help to "get them going", because often times babies born by c-section have a lot of fluid built up. It was the same way with the birth of 2 of our other boys. After a few minutes it was still quiet and I could see a look of deep concern on his fathers face. I asked him if the baby was ok and he said, "I don't know". He kept shaking his head and I could hear him saying,"Come on baby...come on little man..." We overheard one of the NICU staff say that they needed to tube him. I kept asking if he was ok, my nurse kept trying to reassure me that everything would be ok.
I heard his father pleading out loud to God to please make the baby breath. I was so scared. The NICU staff kept calling for a doctor over the intercom, the only thing I could really make out was them saying STAT and 911...A little while after my surgery was complete and my nurse said she was moving me to the recovery room so that they could continue to work on Davis.
It seemed like forever waiting to hear what was going on. My mom and sister were there with Gene and I. I was trying so hard not to cry and kept telling myself he would be ok. My mom kept saying he will be fine..."Domnick and Dyaln were hard starters too"....Finally a doctor came in after close to 2 hours and said that they were going to have to give Davis a trach...I started crying and said do whatever you need to do. Then another doctor came in and asked us if we would sign consent to have Davis transfered to Childrens Hospital. Inside I was terrified of being away from Davis and was trying to figure out how I was going to get out of the hospital and be with Davis...
Not long after signing papers for transfer, another doctor came in and told us that the best thing we could do right then was to see our son and say our good byes and let the baby "go naturally and peacefully". I stared at her and said, "I don't understand!?!". She said, that Davis had been with out oxygen for too long and that he would not "get better". His brain had been severely damaged. My world was forever changed...
They asked if we wanted to see him and I cried, "Of course I do". My Aunt Sharon had come in by now. They brought Davis in. Davis was so perfect in every way. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 21 inches long. He looked so much like his big brothers. I held my beautiful baby and cried and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. We all cried and told him how much we loved him.
We asked for a priest to come and baptize our son. When the time came to take Davis off of the air pump that they had hooked to his trach, my mom, God bless her, sat with Davis and sang to him while she rocked him. My baby passed away in the loving arms of his Gram. Davis lived for 2 hours and 57 minutes.
Davis was cremated and we had a small, but beautiful memorial service for him on October 11, 2002. We were finally able to bring our baby home with us.
Preceded in death by Great Grandma Elsie Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa James "Bruce" Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa Rev Earl E Olson
Followed in death by Great Grandma Gladys Olson
Followed in death by Grandpa Eugene "Big Gene" Bachman
Followed in death by Grandpa James "Terry" Collier
Our sweet angel Davis was only with us on earth for a very brief time,but he continues to live on in our hearts.Davis passed into the arms of our Lord while laying in his Gramma Bonnie's arms shortly after his birth.Though his time was short, his life deeply impacted and changed our lives forever.He will be forever cherished and loved by us...Here is his story...
On Thursday, September 5th 2002, we arrived at he hospital for the birth of our 4th son who we had decided to name Davis. It was to be a routine repeat c-section. After being admitted I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and listened to the strong heartbeat of my son and talked to his dad about when he would bring our other sons, Domnick, Dylan and Dalton to the hospital to meet thier new baby brother. I was prepped for surgery and shortly after the doctor came in and asked if we were ready. Away we went to the operating room. I felt very comfortable and confident with having the c-section as our other 3 boys had been born that way. As soon as my spinal was administered and the incision was started they called for his dad to come in, and not long after he sat down it was time for my son to be delivered...I was so excited. The nurse held a mirror up at my request so that I could watch Davis be delivered. He was so beautiful! They took him over to the warming table to clean him up. It was so quiet. I asked if he was ok and the nurse said sometimes the babies need a little help to "get them going", because often times babies born by c-section have a lot of fluid built up. It was the same way with the birth of 2 of our other boys. After a few minutes it was still quiet and I could see a look of deep concern on his fathers face. I asked him if the baby was ok and he said, "I don't know". He kept shaking his head and I could hear him saying,"Come on baby...come on little man..." We overheard one of the NICU staff say that they needed to tube him. I kept asking if he was ok, my nurse kept trying to reassure me that everything would be ok.
I heard his father pleading out loud to God to please make the baby breath. I was so scared. The NICU staff kept calling for a doctor over the intercom, the only thing I could really make out was them saying STAT and 911...A little while after my surgery was complete and my nurse said she was moving me to the recovery room so that they could continue to work on Davis.
It seemed like forever waiting to hear what was going on. My mom and sister were there with Gene and I. I was trying so hard not to cry and kept telling myself he would be ok. My mom kept saying he will be fine..."Domnick and Dyaln were hard starters too"....Finally a doctor came in after close to 2 hours and said that they were going to have to give Davis a trach...I started crying and said do whatever you need to do. Then another doctor came in and asked us if we would sign consent to have Davis transfered to Childrens Hospital. Inside I was terrified of being away from Davis and was trying to figure out how I was going to get out of the hospital and be with Davis...
Not long after signing papers for transfer, another doctor came in and told us that the best thing we could do right then was to see our son and say our good byes and let the baby "go naturally and peacefully". I stared at her and said, "I don't understand!?!". She said, that Davis had been with out oxygen for too long and that he would not "get better". His brain had been severely damaged. My world was forever changed...
They asked if we wanted to see him and I cried, "Of course I do". My Aunt Sharon had come in by now. They brought Davis in. Davis was so perfect in every way. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 21 inches long. He looked so much like his big brothers. I held my beautiful baby and cried and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. We all cried and told him how much we loved him.
We asked for a priest to come and baptize our son. When the time came to take Davis off of the air pump that they had hooked to his trach, my mom, God bless her, sat with Davis and sang to him while she rocked him. My baby passed away in the loving arms of his Gram. Davis lived for 2 hours and 57 minutes.
Davis was cremated and we had a small, but beautiful memorial service for him on October 11, 2002. We were finally able to bring our baby home with us.
Preceded in death by Great Grandma Elsie Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa James "Bruce" Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa Rev Earl E Olson
Followed in death by Great Grandma Gladys Olson
Followed in death by Grandpa Eugene "Big Gene" Bachman
Followed in death by Grandpa James "Terry" Collier
On Thursday, September 5th 2002, we arrived at he hospital for the birth of our 4th son who we had decided to name Davis. It was to be a routine repeat c-section. After being admitted I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and listened to the strong heartbeat of my son and talked to his dad about when he would bring our other sons, Domnick, Dylan and Dalton to the hospital to meet thier new baby brother. I was prepped for surgery and shortly after the doctor came in and asked if we were ready. Away we went to the operating room. I felt very comfortable and confident with having the c-section as our other 3 boys had been born that way. As soon as my spinal was administered and the incision was started they called for his dad to come in, and not long after he sat down it was time for my son to be delivered...I was so excited. The nurse held a mirror up at my request so that I could watch Davis be delivered. He was so beautiful! They took him over to the warming table to clean him up. It was so quiet. I asked if he was ok and the nurse said sometimes the babies need a little help to "get them going", because often times babies born by c-section have a lot of fluid built up. It was the same way with the birth of 2 of our other boys. After a few minutes it was still quiet and I could see a look of deep concern on his fathers face. I asked him if the baby was ok and he said, "I don't know". He kept shaking his head and I could hear him saying,"Come on baby...come on little man..." We overheard one of the NICU staff say that they needed to tube him. I kept asking if he was ok, my nurse kept trying to reassure me that everything would be ok.
I heard his father pleading out loud to God to please make the baby breath. I was so scared. The NICU staff kept calling for a doctor over the intercom, the only thing I could really make out was them saying STAT and 911...A little while after my surgery was complete and my nurse said she was moving me to the recovery room so that they could continue to work on Davis.
It seemed like forever waiting to hear what was going on. My mom and sister were there with Gene and I. I was trying so hard not to cry and kept telling myself he would be ok. My mom kept saying he will be fine..."Domnick and Dyaln were hard starters too"....Finally a doctor came in after close to 2 hours and said that they were going to have to give Davis a trach...I started crying and said do whatever you need to do. Then another doctor came in and asked us if we would sign consent to have Davis transfered to Childrens Hospital. Inside I was terrified of being away from Davis and was trying to figure out how I was going to get out of the hospital and be with Davis...
Not long after signing papers for transfer, another doctor came in and told us that the best thing we could do right then was to see our son and say our good byes and let the baby "go naturally and peacefully". I stared at her and said, "I don't understand!?!". She said, that Davis had been with out oxygen for too long and that he would not "get better". His brain had been severely damaged. My world was forever changed...
They asked if we wanted to see him and I cried, "Of course I do". My Aunt Sharon had come in by now. They brought Davis in. Davis was so perfect in every way. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 21 inches long. He looked so much like his big brothers. I held my beautiful baby and cried and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. We all cried and told him how much we loved him.
We asked for a priest to come and baptize our son. When the time came to take Davis off of the air pump that they had hooked to his trach, my mom, God bless her, sat with Davis and sang to him while she rocked him. My baby passed away in the loving arms of his Gram. Davis lived for 2 hours and 57 minutes.
Davis was cremated and we had a small, but beautiful memorial service for him on October 11, 2002. We were finally able to bring our baby home with us.
Preceded in death by Great Grandma Elsie Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa James "Bruce" Collier
Preceded in death by Great Grandpa Rev Earl E Olson
Followed in death by Great Grandma Gladys Olson
Followed in death by Grandpa Eugene "Big Gene" Bachman
Followed in death by Grandpa James "Terry" Collier
