It was the morning of March 3, 2003. I awoke around 10am to find Zane and his daddy still sleeping. I found it odd so I woke his daddy to see if Zane had eaten and he had not eaten since 2am, which is odd for a six week old.
I made a bottle and tried to feed him. He wouldn't eat and that's when I noticed his saliva was stringy and very sticky, and that his diaper wasn't that wet. He just lay there staring at the ceiling, not really moving or even making a noise, so I called the doctor.
I was getting him dressed and noticed little purple spots on his belly. We rushed him to the doctors, and when in the office they couldn't get a temperature. At that point, without notice, the doctor picked him up and ran out of the room yelling "call ER". We knew nothing - we just ran behind the doctor yelling "what's going on?" The doctor said he had stopped breathing.