Klay Andrew John Power

Klay Andrew John Power
10th September 2004
Aged 3 weeks


Klay Andrew John Power was born on the 20th August 2004 at 23 weeks +5 days gestation due to undetected Group B Strep.

This was our first baby and when we realised he was going to be born over 16 weeks before he was due I think we were in shock we had never heard of anything like this before. Klay was born at 01:56am on Friday 20th August 04 at the Rosie maternity hospital in Cambridge. He was rescucitated and taken straight to NICU where he was put on a ventilator. Three hours after he was born we were allowed to go and see him. He was so tiny yet perfectly formed i couldnt believe this was my baby. I felt shocked emotional strange I didnt understand why this had happened. The first 48hours of Klays life the doctors were pleased with his stability and he was as well as they could of expected. He only weighed 1lb 6oz and he had a huge bleed on his brain. That was only the start of his problems. Klay was completely reliant on the ventilator he was unable to take any breaths alone and this was damaging his lungs. After a week Klay developed Cysts on his lungs and the doctors inserted a chest drain this did work for a matter of days before they had to insert another one. The doctors advised us on many occasions that Klay really was deteriorating fast. Even though we were being told this I never once thought for one second that we wouldnt be taking him home. After two weeks the doctors advised we get him baptised and talked to us about giving him steroids to try and boost his lungs. There was a down side to the steroids in the long term they could cause him to have Cerebral Palsey. Afer 24 hours of myself and Klays dad Kevin discussing ths we decided it was best for him to have them. On saturday the 4th sept 04 we had Klay baptised myself and my partner(Klays dad) were present along with my parents and kevins parents and Klay was due his first dose of steroids. The next week was very much the same as before Klay never improved he still totally depended on the ventilator and it was concerning the doctors. On thurdays the 9th September 04 at 11:30pm we went to bed and advised the nurses to wake us if there was any change. A good nights sleep and we woke at 8:30am on the 10th sept. I asked kevin to check Klay whilst I got up. After only a couple of minutes Kevin came back looking worried saying all the doctors were round him and they will come and see us in a minute. What seemed hours yet only 5 minutes a doctor and nurse knocked on the door they came in and told us Klay had died. They had tried to change his breathing tube and he just couldnt tolerate this and at 3am he was rapidly deteriorating. WHY DIDNT THEY WAKE US LIKE WE ASKED??? We requested Klay was bought to us immediatley as we hadnt got to hold him yet and we wanted some time alone with him Our familes came to see him and we bathed and dressed him before taking him to the hospital chapel ready for the undertakers. I feel as though the whole day i was just carrying on in a daze when I look back I was so confused and vunerable i would of done anything anyone told me. 11 days leter we held Klays funeral we had a white coffin with a baby blue lining. It was a nice ceremoney the church was packed out. After the funeral i just felt numb as if i was in a dream and did this really happen. I miss Klay everyday, 11 months after he was born I gave birth to another baby boy Kody. Looking at Kody I think I wonder if Klay would of looked the same and what would he be up to if he was here. We visit is grave every sunday the three of us so I hope he knows we always thinking about him I cry almost everyday thinking of him wishing he was here.

He truly is always in our hearts and thoughts xxxxxxx

To my mummy

To someone I’m forgotten
To others just the past,
But to you who loved and lost me,
My memory will always last.

I’ll always be there with you,
So watch the sky at night
Find the brightest star gleaming
That’s my halo shining bright!

You’ll see me in the morning frost
That mists your window pane
That’s me in the summer showers
I’ll be dancing in the rain.

When you feel a gentle breeze,
from a gentle wind that blows
That’s me! I’ll be there,
Kissing you on the nose.

When you see a child playing,
And your heart feels a little tug
That’s me too! I’ll be giving
Your heart a hug.

So Mummy please don’t look so sad,
Mummy don’t you cry,
I’m in the arms of loved ones now
And they’re singing me lullabies.


Don’t let them say I wasn’t born, that something stopped my heart,
I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I loved you from the start.
Although my body you can’t hold, it doesn’t mean I’m gone,
This world was worthy not of me, God chose that I move on,
I know the pain that drowns your soul, what you are forced to face,
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was “meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes”
But that won’t soften your worst blow or make your heart not ache.
I’m watching over all you do, another child you’ll bear,
Believe me when I say to you, that I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you, when you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips and then you’ll understand.
Although I never breathed your air, or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn’t mean I never “was”…An Angel Never Die`s


I'm going to tell you something
i hope youll never have to know
ill tell you how a heart can break
and tears can constantly flow
i lost my baby boy you see
an angel in my eyes
god chose to take his hand one day
and led him to the skies
but please do not forget my child
he was a person too
and forever he will live
inside of me and you
so please dont ever tell me
that time will heal my pain
because not even time
can bring him back again
just tell me that he is happy
in that land way up above
all snuggled in an angels wings
and wrapped in mummys love

A child who loses its parent is called an orphan
A man who looses his wife is called a widower
A woman who looses her husband is called a widow
However, there is no name for a parent who looses a child
There is no word to describe such pain