| Location | Liverpool |
| Age | 3 days |
| Cause of Death | Brain Haemorrage |
| Date of Birth | 23/04/2008 |
| Date of Death | 26/04/2008 |
| Visitors | 1,850 since 24/09/2008 |
| Creator |
Our Cambob
We had always thought of two names in case we had children and loved the thought, in-fact cherish
the thought of parenthood. With one back ground of being fostered then finally adopted and another
in an unsettled life style we wanted to offer a child the chances we never had. We had been pregnant
before Cambob and loved every minute of the pregnancy until a bleed to started late in the pregnancy
and to loose this child was a blow to us. Not knowing the sex (out of choice) of the first baby, we
called the baby Cassie it kind of reminded us of Casper and could fit either boy or girl. After this
came the bitterness between us the wants and loss of the baby could of killed the now 6 year
relationship. We were engaged to be married, but placed the wedding on hold for Cassie so the baby
could have all it needed and more. Cassie Clayton-Bunday given to us my life itself and stolen the
very same day R.I.P 21st January 2003 we love you.
This new pregnancy found us just before Christmas 2007 the 20th , we found out once again after many
arguments over the last cycle date, only added to the joy we felt at last we had our chance feeling
the loss of Cassie, relief of finally becoming parents the thoughts of grand parent hood was far
from what was about to become. The fist scan pictures and anti natal appointments came and went all
the excitement was building we posted to all our friends and family online to show how proud we are.
We had given doctors warnings about Cassie and they sent foe regular scans to keep up-to-date. All
was well the last scan we had in April showed it was a boy and we had 26 weeks to go. But the babies
head was too low to get the head diameter of the baby and we would need a second appointment no
matter more scans we thought now looking at the baby we knew was a boy, our boys name could now be
used excited to reveal to all again as well named him Cameron Robert Clayton-Bunday our soon to be
baby boy. Over the next to weeks every bit of money went into the house we gave up everything we was
doing to see after last time nothing was going to get at Cameron and all will be well.
After running a few messages I came home to find Samantha in pain she said she had lost a small
amount of water and blood the midwife was called and we rushed her in, the journey and the hours
that followed brought us back down to earth with a crash the familiar rooms and past thoughts leered
through our brains we both looked at the place where Cassie had died just across the hall and died a
little in drenched thoughts and panic. Scans showed the baby was healthy and the sac was intact, the
world could not have kept our feet on the ground.
Yet we where not out of the woods yet this bleed was aparent but slow and we needed to find the
source of the bleed. Feeling slightly better the baby was safe we where moved to the ward I had to
go home, a few of my friends had got word and come to support us not able to come in I passed
information out to them and they told people, I left Sam in the hospital feeling numb with mixed
feeling of relief and worry about the bleed. Days past we spent the allowed time 8am to 8pm together
side by side awaiting the results of each test and even more bleeding. A new scan was ordered by the
consultant and was carried out. Sam was in pain through out. Although the scan could not be
completed the little information the had told them yet again the sac was intact and all is well and
small percentage of the placenta had come away and the bleed had been located this should slow but
as a precaution they brought a paediatrician in to speak to us about how close Cameron was to the
date of safe birth i.e. all organs are developed.
Only two days away from this date all was in the air as where we feeling high then low no physical
beating would leave the mark on us like those days did, the consultant said although the scan was
incomplete he could say that the bleed should slow and stop and will probably release the
constipation she was having causing all this pain. The next day went well the bleed slowed to a halt
the pains died away one more night we said as I left I kissed her and the small bump inside, told
them both they are my world and left for home. I was awoken at 8 am the next morning with a phone
call from to hospital telling me to come as quickly as possible as Cameron was on his way, I rushed
to the hospital with mixed feelings would he survive and is he ok, I got to the hospital too late
only to see Sam laying in bed asleep and very tired. I stood and watched for around ten minutes
before I had the guts to wake her up to find out. Sam awoke looking round and spots me I asked how
she was then swallowed and asked the question I was after, despite all he was alive and in intensive
care. We were happy once again.
Cameron Robert Clayton-Bunday born 23rd April 2008 1lb 1oz
At 11 am I was to meet the new little man in my life I don’t know why I went the toilet around 10
times in the last hour before we could go in stopping to wash my face and hands. The nurse met us at
the doors and showed us round the clinic then to Cameron’s bedside, the minute he heard our voices
he twitched and pulled at the tiny wires laid around his body we cannot explain these feeling you
just know when you have felt them. I looked in shock at the amount of wire and the beeps and
injections of medicines keeping my Cambob alive right then and there I said that. That was my nick
name for my new son. The next 72 hours where the test we where told if he could get though this he
stands a good chance of surviving after that the odds only get better by the day right now the 72
hours are all that mattered the first 24 seen us with pictures and hope full scans, his first full
nappy with a whopping 8ml of wee , there was a premature baby fund raiser going on in the lobby down
stair we spent the last of the baby money buying him a few clothes knitted by the nanas of the
charity it said.
Taking these clothes back to the ward and settling Sam in for the night I said good night to her and
told her I was going to see the baby and going home. The next day was pretty much the same we sat
with the baby all day and most of the evening.
On the 25th Sam requested to move to quieter private ward away from the busy hallways and rooms in
maternity ward, so I left early so she could get some rest. There was also a dual party back at the
house to celebrate our son being born into this world and my mates 24th birthday. I went and spent
the last 20 minuets of time with him as a healthy yet very early baby. Almost as quick as I settled
into the party and lost my money at poker a phone called followed to get to the hospital now. I went
to meet Sam first and then took her to see our Cambob. His brain had hem ridged and had began to
bleed out. we where told that this could be the end to prepare for the worst, we spent the time
talking to him as he twitched his whole body in small fits as I reached out to hold his hand he
grabbed mine and held it tight. Tears rolled down my cheeks I knew it wasn’t going to be long the
bleed was big. We spent all our energy at his bed side telling him he was beautiful and we loved him
no matter what, with a little part of me pleading to take me instead we went back to the room where
we were brought tea and left to cry and deal with what was about to happen.
The next day we had to see the consultant about Cameron and see if the bleed was repairable,
although we knew the answers to these questions the denial in your own mind sets in. we had
discussed the night before through many tears that if life was not going to be comfortable to Cambob
then we couldn’t make him go on seeing him fitting once every 2 mins like clockwork frightened and
killed us a little each time. The appointment from hell was at hand before we could believe it.
We sat there and carried on till the end not thinking about what they would say, when the question
comes around you never want to answer but the strength really dose come. The feeling of knowing you
are about to turn the machines off that help him as there was no hope for any kind of life. After
the conversations had finished and many questions unanswered, because besides the babies life all
what’s gone before and how you got here doesn’t matter. We phoned both parents who came along
with my brother who lost one the same way. We can’t say we haven’t mourned but the empty
presence doesn’t fade in us only over time you manage a little more until you are back where you
where be strong.
As our son lay dyeing in our arms we told him we loved him and to look after Cassie mum and dad will
be there soon.
A short blessing was given to our child before he died and after by a local farther although not for
us we needed to think there was some where for both of them. For now we keep them in in our hearts
and minds
Cameron Robert Clayton-Bunday 26th April R.I.P aged 3 days
We love you always.
Samantha Lanning
Andrew Clayton-Bunday
We hope reading this can help others understand how they are feeling.
What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
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A Birthday In Heaven - Author Unknown
I heard you crying yesterday,
And felt your heart-sent love.
So I’m sending you this message
Now, from Heaven up above.
You’re wondering if I’ll celebrate
My birthday (way up here).
I know you’re missing me today
I feel your essence near.
God planned a special day for me,
He told me with a wink.
He’d ordered me a special cake
(It’s Angel food, I think).
Balloons will fill the streets for me,
They float up through the clouds.
And we have lots of friends up here
That make us laugh out loud.
There is a birthday carousel,
Jewelled horses ride the wind,
With music playing, oh so sweet…
The magic never ends.
I’ve made so many friends, you see
We laugh and play and sing.
We ride our bikes and play the fool
And sleep in Angel’s wings.
But we don’t blow out our candles here
Instead, they light the skies.
*For Sam & Andrew*
An Angel Never Dies
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Don't let them say, I wasn't born
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave
I've loved you from the start.
Although my body you can't hold,
It doesn't mean I'm gone.
This world was worthy, not of me
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face.
You have my word, I'll fill your arms
Someday we will embrace.
You'll hear that it was "meant to be,
God doesn't make mistakes"
But that won't soften your worst blow..
Or make your heart not ache.
I'm watching over all you do,
another child you'll bear.
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And then you'll understand.
Although, I've never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn't mean I never "was"
An Angel Never Dies........
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*♥felt love, thoughts & blessings always for both of you & your two precious Angels~Cassie & Cambob~Thinking of you all~Sue~xXx~♥*
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31st October 2008
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Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one said,
"Oh my, it's getting late."
The second one said,
"But we don't care."
The third one said,
"I see witches in the air."
The fourth one said,
"Let's run, and run, and run."
The fifth one said,
"Get ready for some fun."
Then whoosh went the wind,
and out went the lights,
And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!
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Have a super spooky day angel. Xx
GODS ANGELS
If God did not make Angels, then who would want to die?
How could there be a Heaven in that great place in the sky?
If God did not make Angels, then who could sing and play
And evermore watch over us each moment, every day?
He chooses them so carefully and often they are small,
His babies are most innocent, and some aren't born at all.
These cherubs are a special gift sent down for us to love,
If only for a little while until they're called above.
If you conceived an Angel that was not meant to stay,
Then do not grieve and make it sad, just let it go and play,
For Heaven is a special place where we all wish to go,
Our Angels will be waiting there for all of us, you know,
And when we see their faces and their little golden smile,
We'll know our precious Angels only left for a short while.
We'll cuddle them and smother them with kisses filled with love,
That day we meet our Angels in God's nursery up above.
*********SLEEP TIGHT LITTLE ONE LOVE CLAIR********
Sleep tight little man xxxxx
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THE CORD!
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord that connects us at birth,
this cord can’t be seen by any on earth.
This cord does its work right from the start,
it binds us together, attached by the heart
I know that it’s there, though no one can see
this invisible cord, from my child to me.
The strength of this cord,
it’s hard to describe,
it can’t be destroyed, it can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord man could create;
it withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone and you’re not here with me,
the cord is still there though no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
but this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I’m thankful that God connects us this way,
a mother and child…Death can’t take it away.
so sorry for your loss
"Angel"
Tear drops, slow and steady,
The pain so real and true,
God took another angel,
And that angel, dear, was you.
Angel wings, upon the clouds,
Your body softly sleeps,
Hush now little angel's,
No more tears you have to weep.
Little prayers,are sent to you,
The short life you led;
Your family will never forget you,
So rest your little head.
I know God will look after you,
Now you are truly alive,
Your spirit soars beyond the moon,
Your legacy will survive.
You’re beautiful, you’re endless,
Now stretch your wings and fly,
Your loved by so many,
It will never be goodbye.
Close your pretty eyes,
No more tears,just go and rest,
Let your soul lie peacefully,
we know you did your best.
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