Oatmeal Surprise Cookies and a Heaven Bound Birthday Wish

Nine years ago today my son Matthew was born. While laying in labor I could hear the heart monitors thumping from the surrounding labor & delivery rooms, but my babies heart monitor wasn't turned on... we found out 5 days before he was already gone. After 12 hours of labor my son was born a tiny sleeping doll, thin and ruddy in my doctors hands. Young and stupid I didn't bring a camera. I didn't know those few moments would be my only. I was rushed into surgery to remove the placenta not knowing because of a terrible hospital policy only in favor for a few years (1999-2001) I would not be given the option to bury my son. He wasn't 26 weeks gestation and weighed less than the 1 1/2 pound requirement. Babies are born today not meeting those requirements and live. I saw his tiny perfect body with 10 fingers and 10 toes laying with his knees drawn to his chest. There was no mistaking he was a human and it still breaks my heart into a million pieces knowing he was treated like hospital trash. If I would have known I wouldn't be given the burial option I wouldn't have left without a fight. I assumed he was taken to the funeral home. Later when I called the hospital I was told I signed papers stating I understood the hospital policy, but it sure is funny they could never find the papers I signed.