Organized by: Zack Garcia
When I was a teenager I always dreamed what every girl dreams of falling in love and having a family of my own, and when I was 15 years old I was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome and the doctor told me that it would be extremely hard for me to have kids of my own, and that if it happened it would be a miracle. Well in 2014 I met a guy that I just knew was the one for me and in August of 2015 we got together we fell in love immediately it felt as if we had known each other our whole lives. He made me the most happiest girl on earth. There's nothing we wanted more then to get married and start a family. In January we started to plan our prefect wedding, I went a picked out the dress that made me feel like a princess and our wedding date was set for December 31,2016. I couldn't wait to marry the love of my life. I turned 21 on May 18th and on May 30,2016 I found out I was expecting a miracle baby. After finding out we were expecting we decided to wait on the wedding until our baby could be there with us because there nothing his father wanted more then to have his son at his wedding. My due date was January 17, 2017 and on July 13 we found it was a little boy. Not only were we having a miracle baby we were having the little boy his dad always wanted. Sounds like the prefect story right??? How could anything go wrong? We were the happiest couple ever, we were getting everything we always wanted. On September 8 I started having cramps and I went to the hospital scared I was in premature labor and they checked me said I was good and sent me home. Well on September 9 I went back to the hospital still having cramps and just didn't feel right they checked me and found out I was 4 cm dialated and my bag was bulging they could see the baby's feet in the birth canal. The doctor were saying there's nothing they can do because I was only 21 weeks 3 days pregnant and he just wouldn't make it, they told me I was having a miscarriage, but everything they were saying I just didn't accept I felt him moving and kicking and in my heart I knew what they were saying was a lie. So we prayed and prayed and prayed that he would stay in. I begged the doctors and argued with them to give him a chance he has a heart beat he's not just some lump of flesh he was my son. They told us they only resuscitate at 23 weeks if the parents demand them to. We wanted our baby to have the best chance possible. Finally after two days of fighting with the doctors they agreed to give me the steroid shots to help his lungs and with the grace of God we kept him in for two more weeks and on September 24, 2016 at 23 weeks 5 days I was rushed for an emergency c section, and I had a beautiful baby boy who we named Zaiden. Zaiden was in the NICU and was thriving the doctors and nurses said he was doing so good for his age. Not only did we just have a complete miracle baby we had a little fighter. He was diagnosed with a grade 4 brain bleed at just 2 days old but that didn't bring my little baby down he kept fighting he was such a little fighter. A few days later his little intestine had developed a little hole witch he had to go through a little surgery to place a little drain tube so he didn't get any infections and again our little fighter didn't give up he did so good through it all, we were so proud of him. At 7 days old the nurses were talking about how the doctors were going to be taking his oxygen tube out his throat and give him a better machine because he was doing so good, and at 8 days old they wanted to give him a broviac catheter because they wanted to take the lines out of his umbilical cord the broviac was supposed to be better for him, but they had to go through his neck and place the catheter through a main artery. We were nervous about the whole thing but we wanted them to do what ever was best for him so we agreed. The surgeon said everything went well and when we were finally able to see him I just felt that something wasn't right but we continued to have faith. After his surgery he wasn't breathing on his own anymore he was riding the ventilator his blood pressure was dropping extremely low and it just didn't seem right. At 4 am we got a call from his doctor that they can't get his blood pressure where it should be and they had maxed out on the medication trying. The doctor said things didn't look good and we should come to the hospital. When we walked into the NICU and looked at our little man we just felt like something horrible was wrong, he was there but we felt he wasn't there, but we continued to have faith and pray that he wouldn't give up that he would continue to fight, but it ended up our little baby just couldn't fight any longer they lost his heart rate twice and the third time after trying for 14 min we looked at our baby he just wasn't there and we just couldn't let him keep suffering. Watching his heart rate dissappear 3 times and all the lines turn straight across the screen was the hardest thing to watch. We had 10 amazing days with our little Zaiden and on October 4, 2016 God called our baby home we may never know why but we do know he's no longer suffering and no matter how great of parents we were going to be God can take care of him better. He was just so perfect God wanted him back. We're not the type of people to ask for help but we never expected that at only 21 years old I would have to make arrangements for my son. Times are tough and we just can't afford all the things we have to do. I know he's not with us anymore but he was the greatest miracle we could ever ask for those ten days were the best ten days of our life and we want our miracle baby to have a service he deserves. He was so strong and such a fighter so we want to give him a absolutely beautiful service so if anybody could help just a little bit to give our little man a wonderful service we would greatly appreciate it. Any little bit helps, we're not asking for us were asking for our miracle baby our little fighter our Zaiden. Thank you and God bless.