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On the evening of June 29, 2012, I took my son Noah, his sister Zoe and her
friend to our apartment pool for a swim. I watched him jump into the shallow end and come up, then I watched the girls jump into the deep end. Then we couldn’t find Noah. After searching the restrooms, bushes and across the street, he was pulled from the swimming pool, not breathing. A kind gentleman who was there for a swim also administered CPR until the ambulance arrived to take him to the closest hospital, where they restored his heartbeat. A short time later, he was transferred via ambulance to Children’s Mercy Hospital’s Pediatric ICU in Kansas City. After an assessment, doctors told us that the prognosis for Noah was very poor. He was without a heartbeat for around 50 minutes, organs had begun to shut down and brain damage was thought to be extensive. He was unconscious and not responding to stimuli. He never woke up and six days later, after officially pronouncing his brain death, we had to say goodbye.
This blog is my chronicle through the sudden loss of my sweet, careful, innocent son. He was a blessing and an honor to know, even if for only six years.