My Savior-mi SalvadorIt's been 3 years and not a day goes by that I don't think of him. My precious little baby boy,
It was July 2nd 2007 at 3:35 a.m. when he was born. He weighed 3 lbs. 4 oz. and was 13 inches long. He had fluid in lungs and he was 2 months premature. He looked just like me with dark brown hair and really long eyelashes and light brown skin. He never cried or opened his little eyes. I got to hold him for only a little while I was crying the whole time.
I was a little over 17 years old when my father had one of his rages one night and raped me a couple of weeks later I found out I was going to have my little Slavador. Yes I was angry for what my father did to me but no I wasn't angry about having my baby. For 7 months I felt him move inside me how I told him I was going to get us out of here so we could have a good life together just me and him, how I was going to get ahead in life so I could raise him the way I wanted with no one telling me otherwise. I was so happy but during the last days of June he just stopped moving and I knew something was wrong and so my Salvador was born.
Things happen for a reason even horrible things that one can't possibly know how someone feels about it unless it happens to them. It's the most horrible feeling in the world seeing your precious little baby in your arms while having nurses stand in the corner of the room waiting for you to give your baby to them and you never seeing your baby again for as long as you live.
To my precious Salvador I never heard you cry or saw you open your eyes or do any of the things I wanted to see you do. You were my savior for getting out of the life I have but maybe it just wasn't that time for us to be together. I know you are up there with our Savior and I know you are looking down on me and I know that one day we will be together again.
Salvador is Spanish for Savior
RIP SALVADOR RENE RASSAF
JULY 2nd 2007