It was February 3rd, 2000.  It was approx. 7AM when I woke up and had an upset stomach, or what I thought was an upset stomach.  I was 11 days overdue at this time.   I thought nothing of it, since I'd been waiting every day for my labour to begin.  Later on, around 3PM, my stomach was bothering me more and more, but nothing severe.  I took a nap, and woke up around 6PM.  Now I start to count the pattern, knowing full well that it must be labour.  Sure enough, it was, so I called Mom and she came and got me, it was around 8PM.  Mom and I shared a sandwich at around 11PM, it felt good to eat, we were both very hungry.  The pains got worse and worse and I called Debbie to ask her what I could do to ease this terrible pain.  She helped me as much as she could over the phone, at around 1AM.  Well between the hours of 2-3AM I couldn't take it anymore, so Dad, Mom, & I headed for Winchester District Memorial Hospital.  We arrived at almost 4AM.  (Boy were those nurses in for a surprise!!  )  Well things were so bad, I could NOT handle the pain.  I went in the bubble jet whirlpool they have to ease the pain.  I was given the max. dosage of Demorol, which was 5 injections into my I.V., and I was to get an epidural.  The doctor was called in to give me the epidural, but when he arrived at the hospital there were 2 or 3 emergency surgeries he had to attend to before he could come to me.  By this time, I've been in HARD labour for about 9 hours.  When he finally gave me the epidural, I was so exhausted and "out-of-it" that I didn't have the strength to push.  Not only that but I couldn't feel my muscles from the drugs, so I couldn't get the concept of pushing.  The doctor who was delivering, Dr. Coolican, suggested the nurses put up the mirror so I could see what I was doing, (how embarassing ) but at that point I no longer cared who saw what.  He tried using the vaccum device they have to suction the baby out....it let go, he tried again...it let go, but it was so strong that he actually fell on his butt this time.  He no longer used the device.  After all these aggonizing hours of labour, and me not knowing the sex of the baby, the nurse was trying to reassure me, saying "that a girl!"  I happily replied "What?" (thinking she said "it's a girl" I was extremely happy that it was over...NOT).  When she repeated "that a girl" I simply said "Oh!"  Only about an hour after I received the epidural, the baby was finally born, "It's A Boy!"  What a relief.   It was now 3:03PM February 4th, 2000, (now 12 days overdue)... Tyson was born! He weighed 7lbs. 3.3oz, and had dark hair, and dark blue eyes.  I've never been so happy, so proud!

Tyson was my life.  Tyson was the part of my life that I could keep if it meant losing everything else.  The only person I felt that no matter where I go or what I do in life, he'd be there with me.  He was my son.  The closeness and bond of a Mother and Child is incredible.  I had never felt such a love as I did when I had my little boy.  We were inseperable.  I felt sad though that I didn't do as much with him that maybe I could have.  Life's lessons are not always easy and not always fair.  A big part of me died that day, when Tyson went to sleep with Mommy, and woke up in Heaven.  My arms were empty, my eyes were full of tears, my world came crashing down, and NOBODY could stop it, and NOBODY could undo it.  Death is final.  I tried to perform CPR on him, until finally I couldn't do it anymore, I asked for help.  Two nice ladies came in and continued doing CPR for me.  I later discovered that one of the ladies was a worker at the Canadian Red Cross Society.  She was also devastated that all her training failed that day, she had to take a few days off work.  God had other plans for my boy, and I have to learn to accept that.  I don't want to, but I have to.  It took me a long time to be happy again, but I am happy again.  As happy as I can be without my precious son Tyson.