On August 9th, 2022 I gave birth to my second beautiful baby boy and named him Dakari Lynn Smith. He was so beautiful and myself and my older son Demarcus were so full of joy. We spent two weeks with him, playing, cuddling, and enjoying each others company. My son was in love and took his role of big brother extremely seriously.
On August 23rd, 2022 I woke up fed Dakari, changed his diaper and rocked him back to sleep, I set him in his crib on his back and went to the bathroom for no more than 5 minutes, when I got done I looked back in to check on him and could tell he wasn’t breathing and my entire world came crashing down. I grabbed him ran downstairs, got my mom, called 911 and we started CPR. Giving CPR to my 2 week old beautiful little boy, how could this be real life.
The paramedics came we went to the hospital and about 45 minutes later they had told me “we did everything we possibly could, we’re so sorry….” I was broken I couldn’t breathe. I sat there holding my lifeless son in my arms and couldn’t wrap my head around what had happened and why it was happening to me.
Almost 2 years later and life is still extremely hard, myself and my son Demarcus miss Dakari very much. We talk about him daily, we include him in holiday traditions and we keep his spirit alive through him. I am so grateful to have Demarcus as seeing how positive he is when he says “my baby brothers in heaven watching over me” or “mama don’t cry he’s always with us” has given me the strength to take life one day at a time.
Finding support groups like this have made me see that I am NOT alone and that has also been an amazing support. I hope one day to have a rainbow baby and give my son a earth side sibling who he can run and play and grow up with but as for me myself and Demarcus carry the spirit of my beautiful angel baby Dakari in our hearts everyday and move forward with the knowledge he is always with us and watching over us.
Dana Lorraine Smith.
My son also wanted to be a part of this and “write his story”
I miss my baby brother. I wish I could go to heaven and visit him. I love you Dakari. I hope you get the balloons I send you. I see you when you visit me as a butterfly, I like that.
Demarcus Lynn Smith.
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