My sweet baby James, You were my hope for the future, my dreams of what could be.  When I lost your big sister I was unsure as to if I wanted to try to have another child or not.  The doctors told me that it would be very hard for me to conceive and/or carry another child, so your daddy and I decided to let fate take over and what ever happened would be.  Soon I found out I was pregnant with you!!!!!  At first I was very scared and unsure if I wanted to love you or not, but that quickly changed.  As soon as I saw you heart beating on the ultrasound I was head over heels in love with you. Your daddy and I talked about names and we both decided we didn't want to have a "Jr." but I loved your daddy's middle name: James.  After that we tried several different names to go with it and your daddy suggested his grandfather's name: Ryan.  So your name was picked: James Ryan McDonald.   We still did not know if you were a boy or girl yet but I had a strong feeling that you were a boy!  Right from the beginning you didn't want to cooperate!!  You made me so sick for the first weeks, some days I didn't even think I would be able to get out of bed and go to work. Then the day came that I'll never forget, we were told that you were gone.  I still can hear the doctor telling us.  I didn't want the doctor's to take you from me, so I let you decide when you were ready to join your sister up in heaven.  You left us on your daddy's 37th birthday.  When you left to go to heaven you took part of me with you that night. I want you to know that I will always love you, and I will never forget you.  God may have only given you to us for 15 weeks but you will be in our hearts forever!! I love my sweet little angel listen to your big sister and take care of each other, until I can join you and take care of you both myself. Love, Mommy

To my son, I think about what I was planning to do with you, play football, toss the baseball, go to hockey games....Who am I kidding, I wouldn't do any of that unless you asked me to.  Now, bowling I would do with you very willingly!!  Really, I would have tried to be the best father I could have been to you.  I loved you from the minute your mother told me about you.  I know she had some fears and doubts but I didn't.  When you left us and the doctor's asked if we wanted to know what you were (a boy or girl), I didn't care all I could think of was what did it matter now, you were gone.  Then we said yes, we wanted to know and when they told us that you were indeed a boy, just like your mother thought, it hit me real hard.  At first I thought I'll never have a son to love and watch grow.  Then I realized I may not be able to watch you grow but I still had my son!  I love just as much today as I did the day I found out that you were on your way, and I always will!!! I love you and miss you, son.  You will always be my "little champ"!!! Love, Daddy