In Loving Memory

        Paris Shizuko Anderson
        February 10, 1999 - February 21, 1999

        In Her Mother's Words:

        Paris was born in my 25th week of pregnancy. Our lives were finally starting to make sense before this tragically happened. I had just married the man of my dreams. I have a child named Austyn from a previous boyfriend. This was all of our dreams. My son was going to have a playmate and I was going to have my little pair and my husband was going to have a little girl, every thing him and his family wanted (there are no girls in his family). I went into labor on February 8,1999. The doctors had stop my labor but my cervix was opened and I was leaking blood from my placenta, but water had not broken and we were not in much danger. The next day I was eating dinner in the hospital and I felt some more leaking. My husband called in my nurse and she quickly checked and called the doctor. They brought in a specialist and at that point we were very scared. The doctors told me that my water broke and I was going to deliver any time. They transported Paris and I to a hospital near by to help deal with Paris's delicate state. I then delivered her naturally at 3:35 am on February 10,1999. The doctors said "she's so small so you are not going to hear her cry, but don't be scared". The next minute my husband and I heard her cry. It was the happiest moment in our lives. Paris weighed 1 lb and 7 oz and was 12.5 inches long. She had beautiful black hair and pretty pinkish red skin. We named her Paris Shizuko Anderson. Shizuko is his grandmother's name. It means quite. I was released from the hospital on the 12th. Every day my husband and I went to go and see her. We saw her three times a day. It was really hard on our marriage but that did not matter - what mattered is her little life. The doctors had predicted that she would have a certain problem that preemies have with their head. When they are that small they might have a chance of their head vessels bleeding. They did a head scan. She was free and clear of that! They kept giving her heart medicine so her heart valve would close but it was not affecting her other organs too much. One night my husband and I came back to see her and she was not doing well. Her sugars and blood gases were really bad and she was needing a lot of oxygen, which she did need in the past days. She caught pneumonia. They were giving her antibiotics but they were not working. Finally my husband and I left the room to clear our heads. When we came back we did not see the same baby, she was not as pink and was not as feisty as she was. She used to hate her diaper to be wet and she would definitely let those nurses know who was boss. As the night grew to morning she was getting worse. We could not see our baby in pain anymore. We told the doctors to let her go. It was the worst and most difficult part of our marriage and our lives. They took my husband and I in a room and cleaned Paris up and let us hold her. It was the first time my husband and I got to hold her. It was the first time we got to see her full face without all the tubes. She looks so much like my husband. Paris is buried next to my brother and my grandparents.
        One day we will meet again sweetie, We love you with all of hearts,
        Mommy, Daddy, and Austyn.


        Please visit Paris's page at:
        http://www.oocities.org/Heartland/Shores/4167/parisindex.html

        Paris with her mother, Mari.
        Paris with her father, Matt.

        To the child in my heart:
        O precious, tiny, sweet little one,
        You will always be to me
        So perfect, pure, and innocent
        Just as you were meant to be.
        We dreamed of you and of your life
        and all that it would be
        We waited and longed for you to come
        and join our family.
        We never had the chance to play,
        to laugh,to rock, to wiggle.
        We long to hold you, touch you now
        and listen to you giggle.
        I'll always be your mother.
        He'll always be your dad..
        You will always be our child,
        The child that we had.
        But now you're gone... but yet you're here.
        We'll sense you everywhere.
        You are our sorrow and our joy.
        There's love in every tear.
        Just know our love goes deep and strong.
        We'll forget you never--
        The child we had, but never had,
        and yet will have forever.

        Submitted lovingly by Mari, Matt & Austyn (Paris's family)

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