Maycon Clifford Andrew Hutchins

Maycon Clifford Andrew Hutchins..

12 October 1993..

11 mths and 1wk old..

A blessed Son..

Leeds..

Son of Nicki and Darren

1 older sister (Shelby) and 1 younger brother (Mcaully)..

Meningacol Septacemia Meningitis..


Maycon was my first born son, a much wanted son.. He was born on Sunday the 1st November at one minute to three in the afternoon wieghing in at just 7lbs 1oz.. He had loads of blonde hair and a beautifull face.. Unfortunately Maycon was born with Erbs Palsy due to an awkward labour.. Maycon was ill all of his short life, but to hear him laugh, see him eat, watch him with his older sister you would never have known there was anything wrong with my precious little man.. Maycon was taken into hospital on boxing day at just 6wks old after been ill for a few days and no look of getting well.. He was very ill over a period of around two weeks spending most of that in an oxgen tent and fed through tubes, also kept in isolation as Maycon had Bronchkillitis a more serious form of Bronchitis.. From then on Maycon was diagnosed with severe childhood Asthma..
He lived his life on medication to medication to more medication.. He'd end up in hospital at least once every four weeks due to the Asthma, but to be around my little man you would never think he was suffering like he was..Maycon also didnt have any if much movement in his arms due the Erbs palsy. He could use one arm more than the other, which got better with time but never subsided after 6wks like we were led to believe..

Maycon had the appetite of an ox.. He was a pleasure as well as a pain to feed, pleasure as in he was funny and a pain in the sense 'my god how did i ever fill him' 'where does this boy of mine put it all' lol..

He and his older sister Shelby were inseprable, they played together for hours on end.. You could hear them giggling all round the house, it was a marvellous noise to hear, one that brought happiness to my life just at the right times,one that i will never forget..

Shelby like most girls was a right mother hen, always checking on him and helping mum bath him , change his bum and yes making his meal times more funnier than they were.. It would be one for Maycon and one for Shelby, but my god did my boy create if there werent enough for his lovely little round tum to be filled.. I always had to have his dummy to the ready, after one spoonfull went in the dummy had to go in right behind it in order to keep up with him.. Boy do them memories of feeding times bring smiles to my heart and face now when i think of them..

Maycons nickname is 'Macyboo' which he got from Shelby.. Playing hide n seek one day Shelby just came out with it after finding him and I.. All you heard was this little cheeky laughter and the words 'Macyboo'.. Their eyes lit up when they saw each other and the roar of laughter when she said that to him, so from then on 'Macyboo' became his nickname and one that sure did suit him..

On Monday the 11th of October we had to take Shelby for a sweat test as the doctors thought she had Cystic fybrosis.. This was going to be a long day and a hard one to say the least, one that was going to be hard enough for a 26mth old baby nevermind an 11mth old baby.. So with this in mind we decided it was best that Maycon spend it with his grandmother, who took him shopping, looking at shoes as Maycon had taken his first steps and she wanted to buy him his first pair of clarks shoes for his 1st birthday, which was in 3weeks time..So we packed Maycon's things and took him to his grandparents house on the way to the hospital with Shelby..

Luckly for his grandparents they were getting to spend this day with him,although saldly, this was to be the last time he would spend anytime with them and sadly, for us his parents, a day that we didn't get to spend much with him at all and so wish we had have done..

We came home at around teatime, after having been at the hospital all day.. I gave both my children their teas and yes as you can imagine, this meal time with Maycon was to be one that i most certainly would never forget, not least for the fact that meal times were always funny with him or for the fact that it was to be my last with him but because the little devil was throwing peas at me whilst i were trying to feed him....The little tinker lol ...

After tea was all over and done with and cleaned up after, I made sure both my children were medicated in their normal ways, as now at this time, I had two children who were severe Asthmatics so having two nebulisers on the go was not fun to say the least as you can probably imagine.. I then took both my children upstairs and had a fun water filled clothes soaked bath time as usual.. I never saw anything different during that time with Maycon, he was his normal happy laughing chitter chattering little man..

I then got them both settled down and in their beds sleeping like the little angels they were and went downstairs had a drink, made sure all the meds were ready for the morning and spares incase Maycon needed them during the night, which he quite often did.. Then I took a bath, watched a bit of tv and went to bed.. All was silent and normal at this time, I kissed both my angels goodnight and said I loved them and settled down for sleep..
A few hours later Maycon started to stir and became unwell.. This was to be the start of a long night, although it only lasted a few hours, it felt like forever.. I wont go into harrowing details but I medicated my son gave him a drink changed his bum I even let him listen to one of his favourite sounds which always seemed to settle him when he wasn't so good (the toilet flushing, odd I know but he loved it)..
Nothing helped, I couldn't do a thing to ease my little man and didnt have a clue what was wrong with him.. His dad called the doctor who came quite soon after, although again it felt like forever.. He took one look at my precious little man and gave hime an injection straight into his leg which he never felt, then had us rushed straight to A&E.. No sooner than we got through the doors than my son was ripped from my arms and gone in what seemed like a flash of light..

Around 15 minutes or so later we were told what the problem was and what the outlook was, all I could do was cry.. My son was ill and his mummy couldn't help him.. I felt usless but all I could think of was my little soldier and will him along.. The doctors came for us around an hour later, about 8.30am and asked us if we would like to go see Maycon.. We went to see him in the room which was only the room behind where we were.. My son was wired up to all kinds of uninmagineable machines.. He had wires and tubes coming from everywhere.. This was a site that was to haunt me from then on.. I collasped from the shock and was taken back to the room where we were to wait yet again..
Maycon was then moved to I.C.U and here he fought ever so brave for his life.. Sadly Maycon just wasn't able to fight such a vicous raveging aggressive thoughtless illness..

My precious little man lost his life just 3hours after been rushed to hospital.. I saw my son at around 8.30ish that morning alive and fighting but the next time I saw my precious child he was sadly with us no more and and had lost his fight at 9.45am on Tuesday 12th October 1993, just 3weeks before his first birthday..The doctors came in to tell us Maycon had passed away.. I just stood frozen in front of the window, looking out into a world that was still going about its business, when it should have stopped, just as mine had when the doctor said the words he had..
The priest, whom had read Maycon his last rights and christened him came over to me, he put his arm around me and said 'you knew didn't you!?! You knew before they had told you!!'.. He just looked into my eyes and I believe he saw his answer as he never asked again.. I then turned round to the room, saw my partner at the time (my childrens father) holding his head in his hands and crying.. There were other members of both families crying trying to console one another.. I just looked straight through them all, as all I wanted was my precious baby,my little man, my 'Macyboo'.. I saw the doctor stood by the door, he was one of the doctors that had been taking care of my son since he was born, I just looked at him and said ' can I bath my baby??' to which he replied 'is that what you would like to do!?!'.. I just said ' I need to clean him'.. It was arranged for me to do so..

I bathed my son once more, not the fun filled clothes soaked sort of normal bath times we used to have but never the less, it was one that I felt I had to do.. I had to wash my baby clean, I didnt want him going to where he was to go mucky, ladened down with the relentless germs that had so cruelly taken his life.. I went into town bought him some new clothes,went back to the hospital and changed my Maycon into what he would then be buried in.. He looked ever so big, ever so handsome and right at that moment I knew I had also died.. My world had shattered around me and there was no way back..

There wasn't a feeling of imense pain that I recall, as the only feeling that I can clearly remember is that I couldnt feel a thing.. I felt stuck in time but the world was still going on around me.. I just felt numb to the core, an empty shell of the person I was just a few hours previous to that.. My world needless to say, has never been the same since..

I lost one of the two most precious people in my world at that time and had no way of getting him back.. I haven't been the same person since and know this is due to the fact that my heart broke in a way I could never ever have dreamt of and one that could no matter what ever be healed..