People have been asking "How's Oliver?" and we've been saying pretty much the same thing each time, that "Oliver isn't doing well, but he's comfy." The second part is true, but the first part is understating the facts. The truth is, our son is dying. And although for two years we've known that this day would come, the time to say goodbye is here.
We've known since last week. We've been holding him, loving him, kissing, hugging, and cuddling him. These will be our last hugs and kisses. How is that possible? He only just turned 4.
Each day he has become more and more fragile, his coloring is blueish, his heart rate continues to slow, and for the past 3 days his respirations per minute have been extremely low.
But he is comfortable, and we aren't just saying that. His amazing nurses have given us such a gift. He is truly peaceful and in no way suffering.
We've told him that he can go whenever he is ready. Mommy and Daddy will miss him so very much, but it's ok to go now. We are so proud of how hard you've fought baby boy. We'll be okay, we'll take care of your little sister for you. Go run and play with the angels. We love you.
We all love you.
He's absolutely the toughest little boy we know or will ever know. Despite everything he has faced in his short time on earth he can always make anyone smile, and he blessed us with his own smiles as often as he was able. He's touched the lives of thousands and made the world a better place simply by being part of it.
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