Fly High in Heaven lil Darling we Love & Miss you our tiny baby ~Patrick~

John 16:22-24
So with you: now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. In that day you no longer will ask me for anything. I tell you the truth, my father will give you whatever you ask in my name. Ask and you shall receive, and your joy will be complete.

You are my love you are my peace; Your heart beats with mine until the end of time, when the time comes for me to meet my fate; I'll be holding you at Heaven's gate.

Remember...

For each and every bell that rings another angel gets their wings, so show you care and ring a bell and help an angel fly tonight...

If we could have one wish we'd wish only for you our precious child, forever our baby Patrick

We will LOVE and forever MISS your warmth forever and ever...

Our little bundle of joy Patrick's 1st Christmas in Heaven 2008.

   Patrick

baby~*~Patrick's 1st Halloween our Little Pumpkin Celebrate's in Heaven!

Patrick Rosas-Rochelle 

Westminster Memorial Park, Slumber Land F101

WE LOVE YOU BABY BOY

Sent to Patrick from Sarah Blakeway with love (Thank*You)

http://joshua-blakeway.memory-of.com

A DAD'S GRIEF

It must be very difficult
to be a man in grief
since men don't cry and men are strong
no tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
to stand up to the test
and take the calls and visitors
so she can get some rest

They always ask if she's all right
and what she's going through
but seldom take his hand and ask
"My friend, but how are you?"

He hears her crying in the night
and thinks his heart will break
he dries her tears and comforts her
but stays strong for her sake

It must be very difficult to start each day anew
and try to be so very brave
He lost his baby too.

-Anonymous-

His memory is our keepsake

With which we'll never part.

God has him in His keeping,

We have him in Our hearts

Patrick you will always be our precious little boy.

We will remember you forever.

Patrick Rosas-Rochelle

13th June, 2008 

"PATRICK WAS BORN WITH LOVE"

 My pain is still to real,  and nothing can compare to the loss of our child. I know sometimes, people are afraid to mention our baby, please don't be. The mention of our son's name may bring tears to our eyes, but it never fails to bring music to our ears. If you see us cry,  you will then know you have touched our  hearts, and we will know that you care. So let us hear the beautiful music of his name. Which soothes our broken hearts and sings to our souls if only for an instant.

Patrick, weighed 13.5oz and measured 10.5in. His fingers, and toes perfectly formed. He had the cutest "button" nose you'll ever see. He was everything we had ever hoped for, but he was "stillborn" sleeping.

We love you, PATRICK, our little patty cake. You live in our hearts and memories for an Eternity.

Having a baby is supposed to be the most joyous of times in a life.

When I realized that a little peanut was growing inside me and felt his heartbeat for the first time, I was so happy and thankful for this chance. But also, afraid our first visit to the ER due to heavy spotting Doctor’s taught we were going to have a miscarriage. I stayed home until my next OB visit a few days later. I felt at ease our Doctor gave us medication and said it would be all fine and that’s where it began, we were on bed rest for a month and half, we made it through things seemed to be getting easier the sickness started to subside a little I was starting to feel much better. Next couple of Doctor Visits went well. We didn’t make it to our scheduled Ultra Sound; our insurance was not accepted by the hospital where we were scheduled, until we would get an authorization that was not good! So off we went, I remember making a few calls to the Insurance Provider things didn’t go as planned so, I had to wait to see my primary Doctor before the authorization could be processed my primary Doctor was booked had to wait two whole weeks. The day came I went to my primary Doctor, all seemed well, the authorization was in process now we had to wait 7 days for it to be finalized and faxed to my OB, we had waited so patiently for the authorization to go through we wanted our Ultra Sound my husband wanted to know our baby’s sex “boy or girl” what a cruel thing finally the day came the authorization had been faxed to the OB and it’s the day I end up in the ER at 5 months gestation, Patrick was born 3 days later on June 13, 2008 he was born still. For nothing was or could be done to save him, so that is what the Doctor’s said. I clearly remember hearing through the fetal monitor how my baby fought for his life, that is the most heartbreaking sound, after seeing that we arrived to the hospital with all our trust and faith that our baby would be saved. As I sit here writing this I wonder how mother’s like me move on I can barely make each day, mornings seem to be the worst as I wake up to an emptiness that I never expected I reach and touch my tummy and it didn’t grow, no signs of a baby living here. Where is my precious baby boy? All I have to show of his are his hat, a hospital tag, and his blanket still with smudges of my son’s blood, and a few pictures so where now? I know this might be more than what some mother’s have to show for their loss. I know I am lucky to have three young healthy boys; my husband has lost his little boy, someone with his own blood that he had hoped, and waited for so patiently, we had so many plans I had chosen his infant care already. He would have his red stroller which we would walk him around the park every morning, but all that was lost when our little one entered heaven. Leaving behind a lifetime of longing for his presence as he is loved and missed dearly.

I know I am blessed, yet I feel life has no meaning to me the pain, I feel is unkind.

When we discover that what once lived within us is dead we want to run away. But we can't, just yet. First we must deliver our baby, just like the mothers of live babies do. We must endure the pain. Just like mothers of live babies. And when it's over we get to hold our baby, just like mothers of live babies do. But then we have to give our baby back and go home to an empty nursery.

Contrary to what the pundits say, it is possible to fool Mother Nature. She doesn't know our baby died, and so she dutifully produces milk to nourish and protect that, which is no longer living. She knows we gave birth. We know we gave birth. But the state says not. Stillbirth mothers are not yet acknowledged as mothers by most states.

Birth is a process that all mothers endure; live or "still" is the outcome of that process. If we recognize a live birth, why would the state not recognize a stillbirth? Is it to punish the mother whose baby is born dead? Is she not somehow worthy? Did she fail somehow? That's what she thinks. If we give a the mother of a live birth a "Certificate of Live Birth" why would we not give the mother of a stillborn baby a Certificate of Still Birth? Or a Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth. That's the reality of the event!

All mothers give birth; only the outcomes of those births differ.

To deny a woman a "Certificate" when she fails to produce a living child, is to say that she did not give birth, which is not true. To deny a woman recognition for this seminal event in her life is to deny the event occurred. To deny a woman recognition is to tell her she is a failure. It is an open wound upon her soul that will never heal unless and until her sacrifice is recognized; just as live birth mothers are recognized.



http://www.stillnomore.org

 "Now our goal is to keep Patrick's memory alive".

Thank you for visiting, lighting candles and for the beautiful tributes and graphics you all leave for our Little Pumpkin it truly warms our shattered hearts. Our Love and Prayers with you all always.

Andre and Lorraine