My son was 4 months old when he had near sids, he is now 2 years old. Its hard to think that the years with him have gone by fast. I try to live every day as if its my last with him, all the bad story's i hear about how peoples kids survive sids and everything goes right and they wake up one morning to find out that he is gone. I have not slept in my own bed since my son came home, i really don't sleep and when i do some one has to be looking out for him, my son (Damien) is now mentally challenged, his father whom i am now with puts full blame on me for what happen even though he wants my son put into a home, i am so lost right now
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