R.I.P. My Son (Again....)

We spent the day getting ready, me packing our bags, loading the car and getting ready to drive to the airport. To my surprise our medical emergency wasn't a big priority to the Army, so they took their time getting my paperwork ready causing Jen and I to miss our flight to Germany that night, forcing us to stay at home while she is in horrible pain.
The sleepless night finally ends and we decide to take the free bus to the airport, everything goes smoothly on the way to the airport, at the airport and even in our arrival. After our arrival is when every last drop of our luck ran out. The shuttle running Soldiers and their families to the Hospital wasn't on time, when it did show up they had engine problems, turning a 1 1/2 hr drive into approximately 3 3/4 hrs. Now all you mothers or pregnant ladies out there know that she wasn't enjoying sitting on a bus for almost 4 hours.
We finally arrive at the hospital where they admit her and promptly get to doing nothing. They just observe her for the first day, day 2 they place a cerclage, day 3 the cerclage is removed due to labor starting (at 5 months) day 3 and 15 minutes later my 2nd son is born. Due to the extreme nature of his birth he was deemed non-viable and whisked away for processing. We were told he had a heart beat and was OK but he had a 0% chance of surviving the night. Knowing where this was going we cried and held each other, signed our paperwork, spent the night in the hospital room and left the next day...
(R.I.P. 04 JAN 2010)
I can't but help feel a deep pain for Jen, I cannot imagine how many more times her pain is than mine. The C-Section scar, stretch marks and nothing to show for it... I can barely hold it together day to day, she is so incredible...
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