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This is the beginning of Dadda's Story of Brenden Lee
Bateman...The Littleboo. Yes, he was a baby when born
but, he was a wise person with a soul filled with love
and lessons to be learned in life. Brenden Lee, The
Littleboo, had more to share with you and was willing to
share with you if you were willing to learn. Brenden had
more to teach you in his two short years than most have
to teach you in an entire normal lifetime.
Unfortunately, Brenden was only with us for two short
years before he had to move on to another place where
he was needed I believe. After all he was just a littleboo with a job to do!
Brenden was filled with love. Brenden was filled with
wanting to help you. Brenden wanted to learn and he had
so much to teach and share if you learned how he
overcame the problems in life he was born with. Brenden
wanted to have fun and laugh with you and see you happy.
Brenden loved Shek, Dora the Explorer, Bob the Builder,
Scooby Doo, Wumpa's World, Nemo, and more. His favorite
was Tigawac, the Polar Bear from Wumpa's World. Brenden
loved Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh because like Tigawac,
Eeyore was the underdog. I got Brenden a big stuffed
Eeyore for Christmas 2003 knowing he would just love it.
Unfortunately, Brenden never did see this Eeyore because
he passed away on November 27, 2003. I know in my heart
that Brenden would have loved to cuddle into the big
Eeyore with Tigawac in his arms and his eyes would be
filled with content and happiness.
Brenden was filled with love and his desire to share
with you and see you laugh.. Your Dadda misses you so
much Little Boo and I try to live my life without you
and learn from your lessons in love and sharing. I feel
in my heart and soul I will see you, hug you , and tell
you I love you again. It may not be soon but, I feel we
will be together again and I can hardly wait for that
day.
The pages which follow is my writing of Brenden's life
in our world and his love. It is now February 2009, six
years after Brenden's passing. While Brenden is in me
and always will be it has taken me this long to be able
to begin this. Those who have not lost a child may be
able to begin understanding, those who have lost someone
so cherished will understand. I feel when the intensity
of the pain has mellowed somewhat, it is time to write.
I believe it is necessary for myself and for those who
knew Brenden and loved him, and for those who knew
nothing of him but are able to see and feel what this
Little Boo left behind. He overcame so much in his two
short years and had so much to share with us from this.
I believe he helped those who knew him and may help
those who did not by helping them overcome their own
difficulties in their lives.
So how did the name Little Boo begin? Brenden has two
brothers, Ian and Wes, and a sister Briana. Ian and Wes
are my sons and Briana was Brenden's mother's daughter.
Ian and Wes were Boos too when they were babies and are
stilled called by these names now once in awhile. Ian is
Baboo and Wes is Booboo. Brenden ended up being
Littleboo. All the Boo names have history, stories, and
they loved the Boo names. However, for this writing I
will write mostly about the Littleboo with his love and
sharing with the other two Boos, Ian and Wes.
The Beginning of Littleboo
Brenden was born on August 16, 2001. He was two weeks
overdue and was not going to be born naturally since he
was folded up like a closed suitcase and would not be
born naturally. How long he had been in this position we
do not know but it was for some time. Brenden had fooled
the doctors who had felt his mothers tummy. It was at
the Kamloops Hospital that the physicians realised the
position Brenden was in and that a C-section was needed.
As we waited for the correct time to do the operation I
felt something was wrong as I watched the monitor and
his mothers distress. To me it seemed like no one was
paying too much attention. The heartbeat was going up
and down dramatically. I began to make a scene and
demanded that the doctors react by getting the mother to
be into the operating room and make this birth happen.
The doctors listened to me and rushed her into the room
within minutes.
Well, the surgery was done and Brenden was born and
cried just like a newborn does. His ears were folded
since his feet had been pressed against them for
sometime. His fingers and toes were not straight and his
whole body was curled somewhat since he was not able to
achieve the movement most babies have for sometime. The
doctors and nurses were somewhat concerned. If an
ultra-sound had been done later in the pregnancy his
positioning would have been realised but, this is a
whole other issue and was not important at the time of
Brenden's birth. Brenden was here and that was the most
important thing. Brenden, my son was born and in my
arms. What more can a father ask for?
Brenden's mother was not seen for sometime while she was
in surgery and resting. For Brenden and I it was one of
those most special times between a father and a son. I
sat in the nursery with my son in my arms and I walked
around the nursery with him in my arms. I talked to my
son while he looked into my eyes and the world around
him. I hugged Brenden and told him how much I loved him.
It was a perfect day for a father and a son, nothing
else mattered, just my son and I. I did not know in this
perfect time what was in store for my son and I as the
day was to unfold.
Brenden's mother and I operated a seniors home where we
cared for elderly people. We were short of staff at the
time of Brenden's birth and we called We-Care in so that
I may spend time at the hospital. However, after
Brenden's birth my time was up and time for me to get
home. Brenden and his mother were fine and it was time
for me to get back to work. If I had known how the day
was to unfold I never would have left the hospital since
the night to come was to be the worst of my life to that
day.
When I arrived home I was told by a sobbing worker that
Brenden had some problems and his heart had stopped. The
doctors had revived him and his heart was beating but
they were afraid he was in trouble and may not live
through the night. If Brenden did live through the night
he was to be flown to Children's Hospital in Vancouver.
Well, my perfect day had just gone really bad. I was not
able to go back to the hospital since we had no one to
fill in at the home if I went. I decided to stay at the
house and leave first thing in the morning when the
worker showed up.
I called the Kamloops Hospital and tried to talk with
Brenden's mother and find out exactly what was happening
with my son. However, it seemed like forever to get a
return call and things were not looking good for Brenden.
Brenden had wires and hoses all over him and was
fighting for his life. I have a picture of Brenden which
was taken that night by a doctor and it is at
tigawac.myphotoalbum.com. Brenden would be flown to
Children's Hospital if he survived the night. Well,
Brenden did survive the night and I was in Kamloops to
see him off to Children's Hospital the next day.
However, on the night of the most perfect day before he
was flown south to Children's Hospital is a night I will
never forget.
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