Our Corban

Dear Little One,
A lot of things have happened that were unexpected, starting with a doctor appointment the first of this month. You weren't as active as you used to be, so the doctor decided to do a non-stress test. You didn't do so well, so he had Mommy eat and then do the test again. Things looked better after a little while, but the doctor decided the 3-day weekend ahead was too long, so he told Mommy to come in for another test. That Saturday, the 3^rd, Mommy went in and things were looking great. Your little heart was beating at a normal rate and you were moving around just fine.

Two days later though, something had changed. Mommy had noticed that you weren’t moving at all, so she went into the hospital. They gave Mommy and Daddy the hard news that you weren’t going to stay with them as long as they had planned because your little heart wasn’t beating.

After 40 hours of induced labor your Mommy delivered your tired little body into this world. With tears in her eyes, she looked down at your lovely face. Daddy and Mommy were blessed to have a lot of Daddy’s family there with us so that we could all get to hold you for a little while and feel of the peace that came. Your little toes look like Mommy’s and your mouth and nose look a lot like your Daddy’s.

Thanks to UtahShare and Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep volunteers as well as excellent nurses, a wonderful doctor and kind anesthesiologist, Mommy and Daddy can look back on September 7 and remember you.

We miss you so much.

We went home later that week (Friday) after Mommy got much of her strength back thanks to a blood transfusion. Daddy and Grandpa Kent got things in order with Lindquist Mortuary for a small graveside service to be held out at Hooper Cemetery.
On September 17^th, you were laid to rest in a beautiful ceremony. After a family prayer said by your Grandpa Eagar, we all drove out to the cemetery. Since you were so little, Daddy was your only Pallbearer. All of your uncles were Honorary Pallbearers. Your uncle Tony played his guitar and sang Come Thou Fount and then Grandpa Kent dedicated your grave.

Dear friends and family gathered to honor your short time here on earth and to embrace your grieving parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and great-grandparents. Here’s a little poem that Mommy wrote to you:

Our souls were anxious for parenthood,

our arms were ready to hold you, dear Corban;

our hearts already overflowed with love.

We just couldn’t wait for our little son to be born!

We had hours and minutes where others have had years,

but we filled every second with love and memories,

sharing kisses and soft words; we only wiped away happy tears.

We know there is the promise of holding you in the eternities.

Son, you are loved beyond the reach or power of words.

We ache to hold you again and to show you this world,

to share in your delight as you discover its wonder and make wishes,

to hear your laughter, catch your tears and gather your kisses.

But you are an angel now, awaiting that wonderful day

when once again, we are reunited as an eternal family.

You have left handprints on our hearts and hope along the way;

we will never forget you, dearest Corban. Love Daddy & Mommy.