The Tragic Day
	My worst nightmare came true. Nick (daddy) came to pick Konnor up wed. night so I could get some rest, Me and Him switched taking him every other night since at the time we did not live together, and both were in school.  Little did I know that it was the last time I would see my baby boy. Thursday Morn. At about 7:30am the phone ran I was laying in bed awake for some reason I couldnt sleep. I picked up to hear nicks crying voice on the phone telling me to get to the ER right away. I asked him what happened and he said its Konnor, and right away I knew. I asked him if he was still alive, he didnt say anything but, get to the ER now! I hung up the phone ran to my mothers room and started yelling Konnors in the hospital I have to go! I have to go! She jumped up and started fliping out, my little sister ran into the room crying because I was fliping out I fell to the floor and just screamed and screamed, i kept yelling he's dead i know he's dead. I cant explain how I knew but I did. My mom called my father to come home from work and take me to the hospital, because she was to upset to drive. My dad got home and asked what was wrong and I fell to him crying telling him god took my baby... My family still kept saying hes ok, he's still alive. But again I knew I felt it. When we got to the hospital there was Nick, His dad, and his sister all crying. The one Nurse came back and got Nick and I, so we could go back and see the baby, they were still trying to get his heart to start. ( the ambulince got to nicks at 7:00 and it was now 8, they havent had a heart beat yet, and the last time Konnor was awake and ok, was at 4am, so it could have happened anytime between 4:30-6:30) We went back to the ER room and that was so hard to see my little lifeless baby laying there with tubes and needles poked into him, as about 8 people were working on him trying to get his heart to beat... The DR. looked at us and said, we have been working on him for over an hour and havent had any response, theres nothing else we can do, Im sorry. The machines were then turned off, that was it. I thought i was going to die, I still had hope he would come back to me while they were working on him, but when they turned everything off and walked away... my heart broke there was no more chance for my baby to come back to me now. I went over to his side with nick and kissed his little head, and held his hand crying I told him I loved him and kept telling him to please wake up. Nick and I just sat there and cryed. Soon after they let the rest of the family come back to see him, everyone just broke down... about 30 mins later a Detective was there and had to ask Nick and I  a bunch of questions. They took us to different rooms and asked each of us if we thought the other would ever hurt the baby. It was awful, they made it like we did it, it just wasnt the best thing to do right after you lost your child. The rest of the day was a blur. It all felt like a bad dream and that I would soon wake up hearing my babies cry, but I never woke up.
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