Our Story
July 3, 2014, the day my life forever changed, the day my heart would be forever broken, the day I woke up so grateful and in awe of all my blessings. I kissed my family as I walked out the door to start my day at work.
My day that started great turned into my worst nightmare, my biggest fear, when early that afternoon I got the call I dreaded since the pool opened, "KARLA JAYCE WENT INTO THE POOL HURRY UP AND GET HERE OH MY GOD PLEASE HURRY!" Thats all I heard and suddenly I was at my house. The time frame in between was a blur. My house was the sight of a mothers worst nightmare. Full of police officers, firemen and I couldn't even tell you who else. As I try to break through the crowd of people, a woman police officer who now has become so dear to my heart and a forever friend restrains me and says, "YOUR SON IS NOT HERE THEY TOOK HIM TO THE HOSPITAL." She escorts me to the hospital and without knowing the situation or what to expect, I immediately start to pray, I'm praying with every breath I have with every piece of my heart, she tells me she knows nothing so I just keep praying. The less than 10 minute ride feels like hours. I just want to be with my child, I just want to know whats going on.
I've finally arrived at the hospital, everyone looks at me with pity in their eyes as I scream, run through the halls and push whoever is in my way over. I see dad off to the corner on his knees crying, surrounded by people, I think to my self, "No way, this is not happening, my child will live, he's strong, he is so loved, I deserve to have him, I love him, I need him, I want him." I barge my way into a room where they say I can't go in. "YEAH RIGHT I'M GOING IN, THATS MY CHILD IN THERE!" What looked like 1000 people in the room was probably about 20. Doctors and nurses frantically working on him, tubes everywhere, people shouting, "give me this give me that!" I'm holding Jayce's feet, kissing them, praying aloud, "God please don't take my baby, I don't care if he's brain dead just let me keep him please... take me instead, take me right now." What felt like hours, may have only been minutes and then with tears in their eyes they say, "I'm sorry mom we did everything we could." Those words torture me everyday, they break my heart in a million pieces. The unimaginable happened to me, it was now my reality!
A short moment later, or maybe it was a while, its another time frame that was a blur, a woman, most likely a nurse approaches Jayce's dad and I and says, "Would you like to sit in a room with your son?" Is this really happening I thought. Am I holding my son's lifeless body? How did this happen? Why? What did I do wrong in my life to deserve this? Tomorrow is July 4th. We were supposed to go watch fireworks, he loved fireworks. How am I going to live without my child? How do I leave this hospital without my baby boy, my son that I never spent a night away from? The upcoming days are another blur, days I could have never lived through without the love and support from my closest friends and family.
The second hardest day of my life came, seeing my son for the very last time in a casket. That beautiful face, that gorgeous blonde hair, the cutest cheeks and the most softest skin I have ever felt in my life. My beautiful, precious creation, my gift from God that was now in Heaven. I was lost, devastated, confused and in shock. Things like this didn't, they couldn't happen to me! Jayce saved my life when he was born and I couldn't save his, I was a failure.
Why didn't I have an alarm on the door? Why didn't I call to check in like I always did as a pest 100 times a day? Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and now its just about a year. Am I living? No, I am surviving! Until I'm no longer physically and mentally able, I will be a voice for the prevention of childhood drowning. No one is drown proof! Don't think it can't happen to you! Drowning is the leading cause of accidental death in children under the age of 4. Help me change these statistics by creating awareness and providing education on water safety in memory of Jayce!
The name Jayce means 'healer.' It is powerful and special. It will prevent drowning. Jayce was 18 months old, he had a whole life to live. God didn't answer my prayer. He left me here on earth and took Jayce to Heaven. He left me here to do this work and that's exactly what I am going to do." #jaycethehealer
- Jayce's mom, Karla Sherman
My day that started great turned into my worst nightmare, my biggest fear, when early that afternoon I got the call I dreaded since the pool opened, "KARLA JAYCE WENT INTO THE POOL HURRY UP AND GET HERE OH MY GOD PLEASE HURRY!" Thats all I heard and suddenly I was at my house. The time frame in between was a blur. My house was the sight of a mothers worst nightmare. Full of police officers, firemen and I couldn't even tell you who else. As I try to break through the crowd of people, a woman police officer who now has become so dear to my heart and a forever friend restrains me and says, "YOUR SON IS NOT HERE THEY TOOK HIM TO THE HOSPITAL." She escorts me to the hospital and without knowing the situation or what to expect, I immediately start to pray, I'm praying with every breath I have with every piece of my heart, she tells me she knows nothing so I just keep praying. The less than 10 minute ride feels like hours. I just want to be with my child, I just want to know whats going on.
I've finally arrived at the hospital, everyone looks at me with pity in their eyes as I scream, run through the halls and push whoever is in my way over. I see dad off to the corner on his knees crying, surrounded by people, I think to my self, "No way, this is not happening, my child will live, he's strong, he is so loved, I deserve to have him, I love him, I need him, I want him." I barge my way into a room where they say I can't go in. "YEAH RIGHT I'M GOING IN, THATS MY CHILD IN THERE!" What looked like 1000 people in the room was probably about 20. Doctors and nurses frantically working on him, tubes everywhere, people shouting, "give me this give me that!" I'm holding Jayce's feet, kissing them, praying aloud, "God please don't take my baby, I don't care if he's brain dead just let me keep him please... take me instead, take me right now." What felt like hours, may have only been minutes and then with tears in their eyes they say, "I'm sorry mom we did everything we could." Those words torture me everyday, they break my heart in a million pieces. The unimaginable happened to me, it was now my reality!
A short moment later, or maybe it was a while, its another time frame that was a blur, a woman, most likely a nurse approaches Jayce's dad and I and says, "Would you like to sit in a room with your son?" Is this really happening I thought. Am I holding my son's lifeless body? How did this happen? Why? What did I do wrong in my life to deserve this? Tomorrow is July 4th. We were supposed to go watch fireworks, he loved fireworks. How am I going to live without my child? How do I leave this hospital without my baby boy, my son that I never spent a night away from? The upcoming days are another blur, days I could have never lived through without the love and support from my closest friends and family.
The second hardest day of my life came, seeing my son for the very last time in a casket. That beautiful face, that gorgeous blonde hair, the cutest cheeks and the most softest skin I have ever felt in my life. My beautiful, precious creation, my gift from God that was now in Heaven. I was lost, devastated, confused and in shock. Things like this didn't, they couldn't happen to me! Jayce saved my life when he was born and I couldn't save his, I was a failure.
Why didn't I have an alarm on the door? Why didn't I call to check in like I always did as a pest 100 times a day? Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and now its just about a year. Am I living? No, I am surviving! Until I'm no longer physically and mentally able, I will be a voice for the prevention of childhood drowning. No one is drown proof! Don't think it can't happen to you! Drowning is the leading cause of accidental death in children under the age of 4. Help me change these statistics by creating awareness and providing education on water safety in memory of Jayce!
The name Jayce means 'healer.' It is powerful and special. It will prevent drowning. Jayce was 18 months old, he had a whole life to live. God didn't answer my prayer. He left me here on earth and took Jayce to Heaven. He left me here to do this work and that's exactly what I am going to do." #jaycethehealer
- Jayce's mom, Karla Sherman
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