It's with a very heavy heart that I write this post. Just this afternoon, we were notified that Husband's newborn nephew had passed away. Or, rather, I found out via Facebook just as Husband was getting a call from his father while at work.
Connor Michael (insert last name) was born on July 11, 2012 in Oconomowoc, WI (I think; it may have been in Milwaukee). His parents were Rebecca Lynn (insert last name) and Phillip (insert last name). Although he was born a couple weeks early, he was given a temporary clean bill of health and sent home. From what we understand, his newborn screening tests came back normal but we hadn't directly talked to Becky about it. I assume we would have had a slew of questions if something had shown up on the newborn screening. He was a typical newborn. He kept his parents up at night, demanding food and/or a new diaper every couple of hours. From Becky's Facebook posts, it sounds like he was having a rough night last night (tummy issues, according to her post). Today.......he just......died. So far, they have no idea what happened. I expect that a full autopsy will be performed (which I think is mandatory in Wisconsin when an infant dies). Who knows what the results of that will be.
Either way, Connor passed away today.
He was born while I was in the middle of moving hell and because of that, we were unable to get to the hospital or over to the house to see him before we moved to California.
Details about the funeral are sketchy at this point. Husband will probably take a red eye flight and Little Man, Puppy, and I will stay here in California.
I have not talked to Becky. I don't know what to say to her....nothing I say could possibly help. So I'm here with Little Man, wondering what can be done when we're 2000 miles away.