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Your sister is here!! Brynlee Morgan Eskridge!! Help watch over her. We all love you and miss you!!
This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Caleb And Carter Eskridge who was born in Kentucky on June 23, 2006 to Trisha and Matthew Eskridge and passed away on June 27, 2006 and June 30, 2006. We will remember them forever.  Carter and Caleb were two beautiful tiny baby boys. Their journey into this world began on June 21,2006. I was 24 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I was not feeling well and had thought that my blood pressure could be high because I had a terrible headache. I called my neighbor to check my blood pressure and she soon came over. When taking my b/p she was unsure of herself because it was so high. So I called my doctor and they told me to head to the emergency room and to be checked out. I arrive at the ER shortly after that. They sent me straight to labor and delivery triage. When I arrive up stairs in L&D they started hooking me up to monitors. Then came the b/p cuff. My b/p was 210/110, so immediatly they called the doctor. I had also been seeing a high risk doctor since I was having twins and I previously had 2 miscarriages. It just so happened that the high risk doctor was doing rounds that day. After seeing the doctor they started giving me medications and drawing blood to see exactly what was going on. June 22, 2006 The doctor came in that morning to tell me that I had a condition called pre-eclampsia otherwise known as toximia. He told me that they would continue to monitor my b/p and administer meds. He also said that the only cure for this was delivery. He said that when my body got into bad enough shape that it could be considered a life and death situation that we would have to deliver. I was scared to death. I wasnt far enough along to deliver. It was too early! June 23, 2006 Early that morning I had awoke quite strangly. I couldnt breathe. I was gasping for air. I called the nurse and she came and listened to my lungs. I felt like she was in there forever. She then grabbed some materials to draw labs and immediatly starting poking me with needles. Before I knew it the doctor was in the room saying that I was in danger. My kidneys were shutting down, my liver was not funtioning properly, and I had retained probably 30 pounds of fluid within that night. Then I heard the news. We are doing an emergency C-section within the next hour. I didnt want to hear that. Sure enough within an hour I delivered. I gave birth to two beautiful identical twin boys. Both were born at 11:08am Caleb was born first weighing 1lb 4oz and 10 inches. Next came Carter who was 15oz and 9 inches. The boys were both taken straight to the NICU. I was unable to see them until the following day.  When I finally got to see the boys it was the most happiest yet horrific thing I had ever done. They were tiny. So small that I didnt understand how they could possibly be surviving. The doctor had told me that they were doing good. All their organs were developed and working except their lungs. They were on ventilators and had tubes going everywhere. The next week was a journey, a rollercoaster. Carter decided on June 27, 2006 that his life was coming to an end. He gave up his fight at 4 days old in my arms at 10:52pm. He died of Pulmonary Interstial Emphysema. His lungs just were not strong enough to support him. Caleb followed soon after on June 30, 2006. He was 7 days old and also died in my arms at 12:41pm. He also was diagnosed with Pulmonary Interstial Emphysema. These boys fought a long and hard fight. God decided they were to come home to him and to live in his kingdom. This whole situation has taught me alot. It has taught me the true meaning of life. It has taught me that no love is greater than the love you can have for your children. I have learned to never take your life or your childrens life for granted. I miss my boys so much. They are on my mind daily. I cant help but to wish that I could have just had one more day with them. Mommy loves you boys.  Thankyou to Amy Martin for the picture www.ella-martin.memory-of.com We stayed by your side, Our hearts were crushed and sore; We did our best 'til the end 'Til we could do no more. In tears we watched you sinking We watched you fade away; And though our hearts were breaking We knew you could not stay. You left behind some aching hearts That will love you forever, We never shall and never will Forget Caleb & Carter. Thankyou for the poem Tiffany Wietecha "Aunt Tiff"  Thankyou to Michele Simmonds for the picture http://brian-compton.memory-of.com Thoughts on Becoming a Mother: There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me. I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life. Yes I will be a wonderful mother. Author Unknown Thanks to Jen for this poem. Carley and Chloe's mommy  Thanks to Nikki Cavote for the picture John Thomas's mommy  Carter  Caleb My Mom is a Survivor My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands on the beach that never wash away . . . I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others . . . a smile of disguise! But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door . . . I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her . . . or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, go visit her . . . and show her that you care. For no matter what she says . . . no matter what she feels. My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal  Thankyou to Chris for the picture www.bradley-evans.memory-of.com  Dear Mr Postman, can you send a letter from me I need it sent from up above to my earthly family Please send it quick, my mummy's sad, I hate to see her cry Every night she prays to God and sadly asks him why. Please let it say, I could not stay, with an angel I had to go I'm fine, I'm happy here with the other babies I know I hope it reads to Daddy, I know you love me too I miss you lots and all the things that we had planned to do. Grandma, how I'll miss your hugs and kisses planned for me I know how much you'll miss the growing child that I should be Close it with I love you so, I'm with you in your heart I never really left you see, I was an angel from the start.  There’s an elephant in the room. There’s an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet, we squeeze by with, "how are you" and "I’m fine..." and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. we talk about everything else except the elephant in the room. We all know it’s there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk. It is constantly on our minds. For you see, it is a very big elephant. But we do not talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please, somebody say my child’s name Oh, please, say it again Oh, please, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. For if we talk about their death, perhaps we can talk about their life. Can I say their name... and not have you look away? For if I cannot, you are leaving me alone... In a room... with an elephant. ~Author Unknown special thanks to Brenda Payne & Ashley Eskridge for sponsoring this website THANKYOU!  Picture made by Nikki Cavote John Thomas's mommy Please visit some of Carter & Caleb's angel friends www.john-cavote.memory-of.com http://home.comcast.net/~g.marshall25/Our_Baby_Girls.html www.ellamae-gleed.memory-of.com www.carter-rhodes.memory-of.com www.landon-carson-peterson.memory-of.com www.sheyenne-lynn-chappell.memory-of.com www.reece-christopher-rooney.memory-of.com www.madeline-renee-reimer.memory-of.com www.jack-cameron.memory-of.com www.ella-martin.memory-of.com www.angel-amelia.memory-of.com www.pieta-zollosemmler.memory-of.com www.charlotterosebates.memory-of.com www.victoria-hillman.memory-of.com www.aaron-turnbull.memory-of.com www.colin-mcadam.memory-of.com www.hunter-vongphrachanh.memory-of.com www.babyjamescollier.memory-of.com www.saylor-diann.memory-of.com www.parkerandgracemorris.memory-of.com If any of these links do not automatically load just copy and paste into your address bar.  Thankyou to Nikki Cavote for the picture www.john-cavote.memory-of.com I would like to thank everyone for being so supportive to me through this tough time. I dont know where I would be without the family and friends that I have. I want to start off by saying I dont think I could have made it through any of this without my mom. She has been the best mom anyone could ever ask for. She is my best friend. I want to thank Nikki Cavote for being there for me to talk to. I hate it that we had to meet this way but I am glad I have her as a friend. We have so much in common and share the grief of losing our children. I have met other people throughout this time who have also lost their children and I pray for them daily. June Clemens, Tiffany (Todd's sister), Amy Martin, Shelly Stone, Shellie Chamberlain and Joe Edwards, my thoughts and prayers are with you all. May God bless each and everyone of you. Trisha Eskridge  |
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