SUDDEN LOSS – SAVING GRACE

August 9, 2000 – a day deeply etched in my heart forever.  It was a warm summer evening.  After a hearty spaghetti dinner, I took my 2 boys, Joseph and Dominic, ages 3 and 4 ½ months at the time, outside to play. My husband cut the grass while we meandered around the yard.  Around 7:00pm we came inside.  I bathed my boys and delighted in their bath time giggles.  Dominic’s little personality was just beginning to develop, and Joseph was slowly learning the art of entertaining his little brother!  7:30pm -I nursed my precious Dominic and laid him down for bed, thinking he would be up in a few hours to nurse again.  He never woke up.

Little did I know when I laid him down on that warm summer evening in our little country home in central Illinois, that it would be the last time I would hold him, so alive, in my arms, – the last time my breasts would nurse him, and the last time I would feel the warmth of his body nestled against mine.  Oh – if I had known! I would have let him nurse until his little heart was content and I would have never put him down! 

Being forewarned was not part of God’s plan, though.  Dominic’s death was sudden, like a thief in the night, no warning.  

After an excruciating investigation and autopsy, the death certificate said, SIDS – Sudden Infant Death Syndrome – no explanation for Dominic’s death, just overwhelming grief from such an unexpected loss.

It was around 8:00pm and I was chatting on the phone with my father who lived in California at the time.  Joseph was sitting on the couch eating a bedtime snack.  My husband went in our bedroom to check on Dominic and he found him face down in his portable crib. Since we had recently purchased our first home and were scheduled to move in few days, our regular crib was already taken down.  Dominic had just learned how to roll over, so my husband, thinking he had just rolled over, gently moved him from his stomach to his back.  As he did this, he felt his limp body and saw a froth like blood coming out of Dominic’s mouth and nostrils.  He screamed for me.  I will never forget the terror I heard in his voice when he cried for me that night. Ever. I ran to the bedroom hallway and there I saw my husband holding our unresponsive son in his arms. He looked at me with fear in his eyes as he blurted out, “He’s not breathing!”  I screamed, “Oh my God, oh my God, call 911!”  My poor dad – that is all he heard because I hung up on him to make that awful call.

While we waited for the ambulance to arrive, the kind man on the other end of our 911 call, talked my husband through CPR.  Although we were both infant CPR trained, we could not remember how to perform it on our own son in that frightful moment. In between attempts to get Dominic breathing again, I remember picking him up and holding him over my shoulder as if I was trying to quiet a restless baby, instead this time, in my agony, I was begging Dominic to wake up! “Please, Dominic, wake up, God please wake him up!” 

The ambulance arrived.  Dominic was carried out on a stretcher.  I remember grabbing his car seat and diaper bag out of habit, and then – having the sudden realization – that I probably would not need it for him again – ever.  I rode in the ambulance with my son and after settling Joseph with family friends, my husband followed us to the hospital in his car.  The ride to the hospital from our home in the country seemed like forever.  As the cold air from the vents in the front seat of the ambulance blew on me and chilled me to my bones, I repeatedly prayed the Hail Mary, interspersed with cries of “please Lord, don’t take my baby!”

When we arrived at the hospital, I jumped out of the ambulance, hoping to catch a glimpse of my son as they carried him into the ER.  I was escorted to a “special” room to await the dreaded news. Shortly after my husband joined me, a very warm-hearted doctor came in, put her hand on my arm, and said the words that I feared, “I am so sorry. We did everything we could.  Would you like to hold Dominic one last time?”  Of course!

A few minutes later, my lifeless son was laid in my arms.  In that agonizing moment, I thought of the Pieta, the holy image of Our Blessed Mother, at the foot of the cross, holding Our Savior, lifeless in her arms.  She knew the pain and the anguish I was feeling.  

I recall thinking, as I held Dominic in my arms, that his body felt virtually weightless, but the weight of his loss felt completely unbearable.  So – there I was, tears pouring down my face, in my Calvary, looking to Mary to model for me how to carry the weight of this excruciating loss.  She did – and through it all, God had a plan. He always does.  In our darkest moments, as we carry our crosses or find ourselves at the foot of a cross, He is there waiting to hold us and lead the way. I held my child that night, but my Father in heaven held me.  I knew it.  I felt it.  

Dominic was officially pronounced dead at 9:03pm.  My mom would always say, “Every Good Friday is followed by an Easter Sunday.”  She was right.  Dominic was a happy, healthy baby and his sudden loss, carved a deep wound in my heart that only God could fill with His grace, and, in His time, use for His glory.  

Pain goes as deep as our love.  My pain was unfathomable, because my love was deep, but the profound pain from Dominic’s loss truly transformed my life. I don’t take life for granted.  I strive to live each moment as if it were my last or the last moment I might have with another.   Each moment counts.  My family knows how much I love them.  I have a deep respect for the gift of life and try not to let the sun set on my anger.  

Do I struggle with the fear of loss?  Yes – but in those moments, my heart echoes – “JESUS, I TRUST IN YOU,” – and I do – trust in Jesus, because I have seen him create beauty from the ashes and turn trials into spiritual triumphs! 

Pain has the power to change us for good or destroy us – the decision of what path we allow the pain to take us on, lies in our hands.  I am grateful for the gift of my faith and God’s grace that allowed me to see clearly amidst the agony and tears, to surrender to His will and choose the life-giving path. In my sudden loss, I was saved by God’s grace.

Dominic lives on in me and how I daily choose to live my life for Christ.  He also lives on in all those who knew and loved him.  His short life touched countless hearts and his now spiritual presence is evident to those who call upon his intercession.

I have a son in Heaven interceding for myself and my family -an unbelievable gift – Saint Dominic Fulton, pray for us!

SUDDEN LOSS – SAVING GRACE
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9 thoughts on “SUDDEN LOSS – SAVING GRACE

  • August 9, 2018 at 1:27 pm
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    Hugs and Blessings to you today for the courage to share your witness of God’s love for you, in the midst of such personal tragedy. And also for your grief, as you remember the beautiful gift you were given when God chose you to be the mother of this precious son of His. How amazing it will be one day as you hold him once again in the kingdom of Heaven.

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    • August 15, 2018 at 5:15 am
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      Dawn, thank you so much for your beautiful and heartfelt comment! I look forward to the day I will embrace Dominic again!

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  • August 9, 2018 at 4:16 pm
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    Thanks for sharing this Kathleen. It was so hard to read, but so beautiful.

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  • August 9, 2018 at 7:59 pm
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    Your description of the Pieta. That’s what does it for me. My new friend Kathleen, you will be always in my prayers.

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    • August 13, 2018 at 5:22 am
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      Susan, thank you for your beautiful words! Let us pray for one another in the ministries God is calling each of us to! I am grateful for a new friend in Christ!

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  • August 19, 2018 at 9:32 pm
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    Thanks for the share…May Dominic soul rest in peace…his with the angels and Jesus is with you now and forever

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    • August 21, 2018 at 3:36 pm
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      Diane, thank you so much!

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    • August 21, 2018 at 3:47 pm
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      Thank you so much!

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