For most parents, the day a child is born is one of the happiest days of their lives. For me, it was one of the worst. Following an unexpectedly complicated delivery, my oldest son, Reagan, came into this world with no heartbeat and very little blood left in his body. After 9 ½ long minutes, I heard one of the NICU doctors say “We’ve got a heartbeat.” That is a long time for the brain to go without oxygen, and by that time, the damage was done.
The next few days were very touch and go. We were told that there was little chance of survival and if he did survive, Reagan would most likely live in a vegetative state. We had to make some really tough decisions. I had to come to terms with the realization that Reagan was God’s child and that if I had to let him go, I had to let him go.