When Anthony was born, he was born early, with the cord wrapped around his neck, twice, and he wasn't breathing. I remember thinking, where is my son, and why isn't he crying like the television shows? Once, he was stabilized and breathing on his own, he then wouldn't eat on his own, Anthony didn't eat for three more weeks. By, 41 weeks, his father and I thought he was ready to come home and all would be okay. We were wrong. Anthony was diagnosed with asthma just two days out of the NICU, put on a breathing machine and medicine. He was a high risk for SIDS. When Anthony was 8 weeks old, he was diagnosed with a severe milk and soy allergy, and hospitalized for being underweight and for having his O2 levels low. After spending six days in St. Joseph's Children's Hospital, we were blessed that he was maintaining weight, and he was breathing okay. The worst was over. Being a full time mother and a full time therapist, was very hard, trying to maintain a sick baby, and maintain a household and a job as well, life became very difficult. The day he passed, he was in his car seat, and on his way home from his first church visit. He was four and a half months. His father and I really don't know the exact time he stopped breathing, nor are we sure what truly happened, but we do know he loved to sleep in the car when one of us would drive. He went to sleep, and on the way home from church to grandmas house he stopped breathing. 911 was called, CPR, was preformed, they couldn't restart his heart, he passed at the scene. I wasn't there, but when I got there, I couldn't feel him, I knew he passed, my life was over. He was my first, I do want to have another child but not right away. I just want him back. Before he passed, something happened with his insurance and now they aren't paying for his medical bills. I have rounded to what I could think. But truly anything will help us. I love him so much.