At about 14 weeks gestation my placenta tore about an inch causing bleeding, which put me on bed rest for about a week and a half. After we got that healed, my water broke at 20 wks and I was put on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. I was at home for four weeks only allowed to get up to use the restroom, and once a week to go to the doctor. With two other small children that is almost impossible but something that needed to be done. After the four weeks at home I was sent to OU Medical Center for the remainder of my pregnancy to try to save Trevor. Trevor is little brother to Destinee, Brianna, and Alexis. Eight weeks after the bag of water ruptured (PROM) Trevor came into this world at 28 weeks gestation weighing 2 lbs 4 oz and 12½ inches long. On Sept. 28 my placenta started to separate from the wall which caused alot more bleeding. It caused so much bleeding that I was taken to labor and delivery so we could be under a closer watch. Early in the morning on Sept 29 Trevor's heart rate dropped for 9 minutes, but by the time the doctor heard this, his heart rate was back up to 130 bpm and he was stable. Later that evening the attending nurse looked at my chart and noticed that I was still having some bleeding and said that he felt the doctor might go ahead and do a c-section in the morning because of the amount of blood that was lost. As I was waiting to hear from the doctor about the c-section Trevor's heart rate dropped again, I got on my side and tried to find it, but I couldn't, so I turned to the other side and still I had no luck.. This has happened a couple of times before so I knew all I had to do was call the nurse, they always found it. As soon as the door opened I saw my doctor, and before I could realize what was happening I was going down the hall for an emergancy c-section, and I remember the doctors saying that my husband could not go with me. At 9:04 am on Sept 30 2003, Trevor was born due to his heart rate dropping several times. About three hours later the anasthesia started to wear off and the first thing I said was "how's the baby?" Brian assured me he was doing ok and I drifted back to sleep. As I woke up they brought Trevor to see me on his way to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) I could barely see his face because of the tubes, as I reached in the incubator to touch his hand I noticed how small he was. Even though this was always a possibility and the reason I was admitted into the hospital close to a month before Trevor was born, I could not believe this was happening. A little while later our families started to arrive, while calling other family members who live in several different states. Finally aroud 3:00 pm I went to see Trevor in the NICU for the first time. I had to take off all my rings and scrub before I could get to him, as I was wheeled into the room I realized how many more parents were going through what I was going through. As I got to his bedside I stood up and reached over to kiss him, he touched my face as I said "Mommy loves you." Even through all the tubes and wires it was quite obvious that Trevor looked just like his daddy. On October 5 (daddy's birthday) Trevor met his PaPa Henry,who lives about 4 hours away from the hospital was able to come see him. At 7 days old I heard him cry for the first time. Several days later he started holding his eyes open at the sound of my voice and smiling to my touch. He was doing so well even the doctors seemed to be surprised at his progress. With everything he progressed in, he never had a fallback, until the 26th of October, that is when I got the call every parent dreads, Trevor wasn't doing well. I went numb, but I knew I had to get to Trevor, he was an hour and a half away and it was about 10:30 P.M. The ride to him was long and quiet, all I could do was cry and wonder what was happening to my son. We arrived to the Children’s Hospital NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) around midnight. Before they let us in to see him we had to wait for his nurse to come talk to us to let us know that he did not look the same, as a matter of fact he looked very very sick. When I got to him, he had one eye open until I bent over him and said "Mommy and Daddy are here and we thank you for fighting this long for us. We love you!" At this point he weakly opened the other eye and tried to keep them open, his heart rate was lingering from 96 to 100 beats per minute when it was usually at 130 to 140 bpm. I gave him a kiss and told him I would be right back, I needed to use the restroom and to call his grandparents. As I walked back into the room my husband was walking out and when I couldn't get him to stop I looked where Trevor was and all I could see was nurses and doctors standing over him doing CPR. This went on for about 45 minutes, they were also trying to jump start his heart by putting some kind of medicine into his pick line (I.V.) every minute for about 45 minutes. They even did a chest and abdomen x-ray in between compressions to make sure his lungs didn't collapse and his heart was ok, after they saw that his lungs and heart was not the problem they came to my husband and I and said his heart looks like it is trying to start, but Trevor was too weak to hang on any longer and they had already done CPR to long, then they asked if we wanted to hold him. As I was holding my little sleeping angel he took his last breath. I had 27 wonderful days with my little angel, this gave me a chance to change several diapers, and take his temperature. I also was given the chance to hold him on October 7, 2003, he was 7 days old by this time, after that I was only allowed to hold him once a day, but I could hold him as long as I wanted as long as his temperature stayed at or above 96.5 degrees. It was Monday morning on October 27, 2003 and it was 2:00 A.M. his grandparents were on their way and now we were trying to get his aunts and cousins there to say their goodbyes. Trevor's grandparents Dave, Ollie, and Becky arrived around 2:15 A.M., then his Aunt Melissa and Uncle Kolby arrived around 2:30 am, they left around 6:00 am. After getting Trevor's sisters and cousin Dayjah to daycare, the rest of the family arrived, it was Trevor's aunt Debbie, aunt Sharon, aunt Mindy, cousin Merrilee, and cousin Autumn, by this time it was about 6:30 or 7:00 am. As we said our goodbyes we started calling the family members that live out of state. They took Trevor away at about 10:00 am. That night Brian's dad (Henry) drove two and a half hours to be with us for a couple of hours, because his wife, Mary just had knee surgury, but she was prepared to make the trip, crutches and all to be there for the funeral, (which was Wednesday October 29, 2003) My sisters Sharon and Debbie jumped into action and started a trust fund in Trevor’s name because at this point I had been out of work for close to three months and my husband's job was only getting him and the girls to see me and making sure the girls needs were met. If it weren't for my husband Brian's uncle Gerald I am not sure how we would have paid the cost of the funeral. Gerald also gave us his plot next to Trevor's great-grandfather because I felt Trevor needed to be close to his family. Trevor's PaPa Henry and Mary (moe)brought his cousins Kayla and Karlee to be with us. His big sister Destinee’s mom was willing to drive the two and a half hours the night before the funeral and then come and pick her up a couple of days after the funeral. During the funeral Trevor's Aunt Debby sang "Another Child to Hold", his cousin Autumn read a poem she wrote called "Trevor", and I read the poem Tina wrote called "Our Darling Angel." I want to thank everyone who has sent donations and prayers, and to those who were always by my side through everything! This has really helped us in our time of grief. I also want to personally thank Tina for making this website in memory of Trevor. Thank you all for your support! Kristi To see the newspaper clippings regarding Trevor please Click Here                         Please sign Trevor's Baby Book so his mommy will know who stopped by to meet her precious child.