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My husband and I met on a blind date on Februaury 14th, 1994.  I think we both knew right from the start that we were meant to be together.  We moved in together that following September, and then finally were married May 10th, 1997.  We began trying to have a baby a few months later.  I almost drove myself nuts, with the ovulation kits and the pregnancy tests.  We finally found out I was pregnant in March of 1998 and surprised everyone by annoucing it at my sisters birthday party on March 27th.  I had a great pregnancy, I went to all of my appointments and never had any problems.  We found out that we were having a little boy, and that he was due November 28, 1998.  We decided to name him after his father, Edward John Osgood Jr.  From there on out he became "Our Little Eddie" and also our "Pooh Baby".  We decorated his room with everything Winnie the Pooh. It was so bright and cheerful.  We couldn't wait for him to get here. At my 36 week checkup my measurements were off, I was measuring larger than I should be.  So the doctor scheduled me for a sonogram the following week.  I will never forget that visit.  My Mom and my husband both came in with me.  This was our third time getting to see him by sonogram, and he was doing wonderful.  My husband, who always talked to him, called his name.  And on the screen you could see Little Eddie turn towards his fathers voice.  We were all shocked, and happy to have got that on video.  They determined that if I went to my due date he would probally be larger that 9lbs, so they decided to induce me at 38 weeks. So, on Tuesday, November 17th, 1998 we arrived at the hospital at 6:00 am.  We were extremely nervous and excited at the thought that today was the day we would get to take him home. My labor went fairly quickly.  A lot happened that day, most of which I wish to forget.  But the ultimate outcome was that at 3:42 pm my dear son was born dead.  I will never forget my Mom telling my Aunt to go tell everyone that we had a beautiful boy, and the nurse stopping her.  Something was wrong, he wasn't breathing.  They worked on him next to me, while I screamed and begged for God to not let it be true.  I told myself that it could not be true, that there was no way I could get up and go on if it was.  They finally stopped working on him and I was able to see him.  He was perfect.  My Beautiful boy.  He looked like he was just sleeping.  They brought him to me several times, so that I could hold him.  Finally, I had to say no, because I knew that if I held him one more time I would lose my mind.  I would not be able to give him up again.  The next day I left the hospital.  Leaving felt like I was abandoning him.  We had a graveside service for him the following Friday.  We were fortunate enough to have an open casket, so that I could share him with all my family and friends.  We laid him to rest dressed in his Pooh pajamas and with his Mommy Bear.  Before the casket was closed I turned his Mommy bear on, so he would not be scared.  He forever changed my life and I will always love him.  Written on his head stone:  Pooh grabbed Little Eddie's hand and they went off on a grand adventure

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