After they pronounced the time of death, we were ushered out of the room, we had to leave our baby and the shock was so overwhelming. The police officer led us back to the room and wouldn’t let us see our family. We were just sitting there in shock and not talking much. Of course the phone was ringing off the hook. I knew that our friends and family were in the waiting room and they wanted to know what was going on. Our eldest son, made his way into the room where we were. He walked in and looked at us with a stare of shock and worry. We just looked at him with tears rolling down our face and shook our heads no, immediately he just started crying and ran out the room. For some reason, we were not allowed to leave the room and go out to our family and friends. Obviously we didn’t know what we were doing and we couldn’t even grasp what had just happened. The detectives came in and said that we had to go straight to the police station to give our statements. He said that we could stop and see our family for a second, but we had to meet him right away downtown. Our souls were in so much confusion and I was wondering why this was so important that we had to leave immediately. Now I understand that police have a job to do but this just didn’t seem right. We just lost our baby and now were being led out. They had already questioned us about the scar on his forehead, and if he had been taken to the doctor. He was already on antibiotics for his ear infection and obviously what we all had was a twenty four hour virus because he had already had it at the beginning of the week and this was now Saturday. What else did they need to know? Why couldn’t that be our statement? We were so confused. We walked by and briefly stopped to see everyone in the waiting area. Some of our friends and family have abruptly left a birthday party and were still in their Minnie Mouse costumes. My Dad have driven from Charleston in crazy time and was standing there with tears flowing, I can’t say that I had ever seen him crying like that. My Mom was there and the children’s pastors from our church. Many people were there but we had to tell them that we had to leave right then. I was just so lost. Some of our family and friends walked us out as we were going to the parking lot. We got in our truck and headed down to the police station. It was the weekend so it was closed. As we pulled up, there was one light on in the hallway and we walked inside. It was so quiet. They took me back first for questioning and asked the standard questions. He was just going over a sheet of paper that had questions on it. On top of what was going on, I was still a little nauseous from being sick. Basically the questions were about what happened that day and they had to write it all down. I just kept saying, this can’t be real. This is really not happening. This is just not real. My Mom and Step Dad were there with us and she started getting angry at what they were doing to us. She demanded that they take Bobby right back and get this over with. Thank God, she was in her right mind, because we weren’t. We just did what we were told and didn’t have the strength to think that this was crazy, much less do anything about it. She said, listen they have just lost their baby and how can you put them through this. The other officer went ahead and took Bobby back in a separate room for questioning. I think we were there for two hours at least. It was finally over. On the way out, they said we will meet you at your house. What??? Why do you have to come to our house? Its just standard procedure, they kept assuring us.

When we arrived at the house, my family was sitting outside in their cars and there was a police officer in front of our house, keeping people from going inside. We just couldn’t believe this was happening. Like it was a crime scene. Still, I didn’t really think anything about it, except what they kept telling me. They kept apologizing for the questioning and saying that this was standard procedure. If they couldn’t determine why a child died, then they had to go through all the investigating procedures. I was so tired,  I went in and laid on the couch. The police officer allowed my family to come inside but they were to be contained in the living room. Two investigators went into to our bedroom and were going through all of our drawers, taking pictures, samples, I don’t know, whatever they do. They then called me into the bedroom. They had a fake baby, and they made me go over exactly what happened as they video taped what I was doing. I just couldn’t believe what was happening. I understand this is their job, but couldn’t they just give us a moment to let this all sink in. I guess they couldn’t. When they were finished with me, they took a few things as evidence out of our room. They said that they would be in touch with us soon and left. My Dad was so happy to see them leave and so were we. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to go to bed. I just wanted to be left alone. My heart hurt and my soul was scattered and most of all, I was in shock of the one Person that had never let me down. How could this have happened God? After all these years of telling people about your faithfulness, and your ability to be there in times of trouble. Why didn’t you show up? Why couldn’t you fix this? Why did his heart stop beating as you sat by and watched us screaming out to you to save him? My faith in my God was shook to the core on that horrible day and I wasn’t quite sure who He really was anymore.