How ironic that I came across this title while rating. My goal in writing this article is not to be one of the top ranking articles, it is for a healing purpose. It seems for the past 12 years now, I have written this same exact story. Does it help me heal? Yes and No.

Yes, because I am able to relive a very happy time in my life by strolling down memory lane. On Sunday, August 25, 1996 at 9:56pm my son, Jordan, was born by C-section. He was a month premature and I had, had a very difficult pregnancy, beginning with contractions at 16 weeks along. It was a relief to be whelled into the surgical suite, knowing that our long awaited son/brother would be welcomed into the world and my miserable pregnancy would be over.

When he was born he was not breathing. After 2 or 3 minutes (which seemed like forever) he took his first breath. He was beautiful! Weighing 6lb 9oz and 21 inches long.

He was whisked away to the special care unit. A few hours later a pediatrician came to speak with me and my husband and informed us he had a heart problem. Which was serious and would need a few surgeries to repair it. But not worry, everything would be fine. He was transfered to a hospital, 50 miles away a few hours later.

While their the pediatric cardiologist, discovered that his heart problem was a lot more serious than anticipated. However three days later he was stable enough to go home, with oxygen and morphine (in case he needed it, which he never did.)

We had a happy home of mom,dad, sister and baby brother. Jordan went to the doctors weekly and we patiently waited for them to give the okay for the first surgery. That day came on November 14, 1996. His sister, Lori's 5th birthday was the 15th. So my husband and I were not able to be with her on that day. We were again at another hospital miles from our home.

He had a procedure called a cardiac cath done on the November 15th. He died at 7:30 that evening, the doctors brought him back! Thank God! The last thing any family wants is to have a child die on their siblings birthday.

The following day he was transfer yet again, to a hospital another 200 miles away for a pediatric, thorastic surgeon to perform his surgery. This doctor was noted as being one of the top doctors in his filed in the united states, he had a 99% survival rate with all his infant and child patients.

That was not to be the case for our Jordan. Jordan had been in a coma for over 24 hours and his condition was worsening. As my husband,

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