(Bobe is Mummy's Brother)
Haydon, Uncle Bobe
usually finds it hard to write down what he is thinking, or how he
feels, but for you, your mummy and daddy, I’ll give it a try. So I
will start from the beginning.
Your mummy and daddy
found out they were having a baby. They kept it quiet for a bit from
everyone, because they had already miscarried a couple of babies, and
your mummy’s health was not the best at that time. So when your
mummy and daddy found out they told Uncle Bobe and aunty Leeann that
they were having you. We were all excited, but also scared.
Everything seemed to be
going ok, you were growing as you were meant too, it all seemed
great, until your mummy and daddy found out that it looked likely
that you had Downs Syndrome. Your mummy and daddy, were a little
worried about this and what everyone would think. Your mummy phoned
uncle Bobe to tell him, she was upset. I told her, that it did not
make any difference to us, as we would Love you just the same.
Uncle Bobe and Aunty
Leeann got married on the 20th August 2011, you were
there, not in person, but in you mummy’s big tummy, because you
were growing a bit more than you should have been. I am just glad
that you got to go.
Your mummy and daddy
booked a 4D scan at Gogarburn in Edinburgh. Uncle Bobe got asked to
go and see you. It was amazing to see you, before you were even born.
And those biscuits that your Uncle Bobe, and Aunty Cheryl kept eating
were also amazing.
Time came for your
mummy to give birth to you, she had got taken into hospital early
because you were growing too quickly, and your mummy’s health was
getting poor. Your mummy had a competition with her work to see who
could guess what sex you were and guess your weight. Uncle Bobe won
this.
Your mummy and daddy
had you; they called me to say that you were born. I was overjoyed,
because I didn’t only have a niece, I also had a nephew. I had so
many plans on what I was going to do with you, when you were growing
up. Lewis was also excited with you being a boy, because he was no
longer outnumbered with the girls.
Uncle Bobe was trying
to get into the hospital to see you, but my shifts at work were not
allowing this. Uncle Bobe kept on texting you mummy asking how you
were. By the time I got in to see you, you were 5 days old. You were
gorgeous; I got to give you a cuddle for the first time on my second
visit. I automatically got a bond with you. And whilst you were in my
arms, I was talking to you. You had a hold of my finger, and you gave
me a big smile. That is when I started to call you my Wee Man.
You were in hospital
for some time, during this time, uncle Bobe came into see you a few
times, and also see your mummy. You got home for a week, that is when
we let your cousins Lewis and Lauren meet you for the first time.
They loved you dearly; Lauren would not leave your side. Lewis just
kept on asking questions.
This time did not last
long at home for you; you got into difficulty breathing, and were
rushed back into the sick kids. I began to worry, and wonder what was
happening to you. We were not even allowed in to see you, because you
were that ill. So I kept on going to the hospital to see your mummy
and daddy, to give them a break because they were with you 24/7. The
sick kids caused more problems with your health, that they organised
for you to go even further away from your family, to go to Yorkhill
hospital in Glasgow.
On that day that you
travelled to Yorkhill, it was a Tuesday. I was at work driving my
number 7 bus; I picked Aunty Paula up at Gilmerton. Just before I
picked her up, it was your transporting time to Yorkhill. My mind was
on you and hoping you were ok in the ambulance, I nearly crashed my
bus into a car.
I came into see you at
Yorkhill for the first time, my Sat Nav had stopped working, but I
was adamant that I was coming in to see you; I didn’t know where I
was going. So I asked a road worker for directions. He was a good
man. He drove right to the hospital, and had me follow him.
You had just had your
heart op.
I came into see you,
and you had all those tubes and machines attached to you. I was there
when you got your lungs cleaned out, you were in discomfort, but you
stayed strong. I don’t know how you managed to cope with all the
prodding and poking that all those doctors done to you. You are a
Brave Wee Man!! I would never have coped with half of it.
A couple of days after
that, I received a phone call to tell me that you had deteriorated
quite a bit, and was advised to come in and see you. I had work the
next day, and didn’t finish till about 9pm. Your mummy had to
organise it with the hospital for me to come in late to see you. I
came in with Aunty Leeann, Uncle Michael, and Aunty Kirsty.
You held my hand so
tight, it was as if there was nothing the matter with you, and you
were making that sucking noise, that we all tried to copy you, but no
one could do it. When we were getting ready to leave, we could not
say our good byes to you, because it was too soon, to say good bye,
you were only here, was not time to go.
Uncle Michael got very
upset, just before we left. I had to be strong for him.
On the Friday morning,
I got a call from your mummy, to tell me that you had went with the
angels, I got a bit upset, but at the same time I got a call from
Granny, to tell me Grandad had been taken to hospital, because he had
got assaulted on his bus. It was also granny and granddads 25th
wedding anniversary.
I had to call work and
let them know, because I was coming back over to Yorkhill to see you,
your mummy and daddy. I came this time with Aunty Paula, Uncle Keith,
and Aunty Leeann. I had to stay strong for your mummy and daddy,
because they were very upset. I got to give you your last cuddle from
me, no matter what anyone says, it’s a memory that I will treasure
for the rest of my time, and will never regret doing so.
Your mummy and daddy
asked me to help lower you down to your forever bed. At first I was
not too keen in doing so, but for you Wee Man, I would do anything
for you. Just as I would for all your cousins.
At your wake, in the
bowling club, I was outside with Aunty Leeann and Grandad, I broke
down for you. I said, why did this have to happen to you? Your mummy
and daddy? haven’t they been through enough?
Your mummy will talk to
me about stuff, your daddy can be quiet, he doesn’t say a lot about
how he feels to me. I am there for them both, and always have been
since the beginning.
All I can say to you
just now is, Why? Why? Why?
Rest in peace Wee Man
you are always with us.
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