Blake Matthew My son Blake Matthew Campbell was born on October 9th, 1999 at 25 weeks gestation. He weighed 1 pound 13.6 ounces and was 13 inches long. At the time, I was a single mother so Blake and I thought of ourselves as a team. He did pretty good at first. He was on respirator, of course, but after two weeks he coughed it up. On November 10th he developed necrotizing entercolitis which destroyed some of his bowel. Remedies For Infertility Blake went in for surgery and we were told he wouldn't make it. But he did! I had a meeting with a woman whose child had a bowel transplant to help me make a decision about Blake possibly having one too. Things actually looked very good for a while. The brain bleeds looked like they were almost gone and his eyes looked better. I was told he would probably come home around the middle of December. I found us an apartment and began readying myself for his trip home. I imagined how our life would be. But then more of his bowel died and he was losing strength and I was told that his only hope for a long life (the transplant) was now out of the question due to brain damage. I received a call at home from his doctor who told me that he had gotten together with Blake's nurses and they all decided that after the last "death" he would not be coming home but they would make him comfortable. They also told me that I would need to put in an order to not resuscitate him should he try to go again. So at 21 years old without the help of his father I had to decide if I was being selfish by holding on to him or if he had been through enough already. I made the decision to let him go. I spent his last week reading him stories and giving him baths and explaining to my beautiful, wise eyed 3-month-old son that he was going to heaven and not to be scared. On Friday I went home to get more clothing and such and before I could get back on Saturday he passed away. I wish I could have been there but all of his nurses loved him so much and they were there when he left. We had a wonderful funeral for him and he is buried near my home. Some days are good, some bad but at least now he isn't suffering any more. Every day I am reminded of how my life should have been. Of how when I put my 7 month old daughter to bed at night I should be kissing two sweet little heads good night instead of just one. But I am also reminded of the parents who didn't get the opportunity to see their baby every other day and who didn't get to know them for the amount of time I got to love Blake. The only other thing I can say to other parents is don't let anyone tell you when it is time to move on. You never will move on. Grief is proof of the love for your child and someday you will realize that had you not loved them so very much you would not be missing them so very much. Thinking of getting pregnant naturally, safely and fast? Now, you can. Get full teachings on how to increase fertility, which could be of help out to heal your pregnancy troubles fast.