our sweet jonathan was featured in a follow-up story in today's local newspaper. you can read it online here and i've included it below. it makes me sad to read it because i miss him so, so much...but we are incredibly thankful for his "legacy."
Parents had 40 minutes with baby Jonathan
On Thursday, a baby was born.
His birth had been much anticipated, and more than a little feared.
With the beginning of life, would also come the end.
Of course, that’s how it is with all of us. From the minute we are born, we are moving toward death.
But instead of the hoped-for 70 or 80 years in between, Jonathan Tomaschko’s parents knew he would have only moments or hours. And he might not even have those.
God gave him 40. Forty precious minutes to spend with his mommy and daddy and other family members.
His “big” sister Kate, who isn’t even 2, said his name.
His mommy was “enamored” of him, as any mom would be.
Daddy wanted his picture taken with his baby boy and his baby girl.
Jonathan met his grandparents. As was the case throughout his prenatal months, Jonathan’s life was recorded on his parents’ blog, jonathansbabyjournal.blogspot.com.
A family friend did most of the posting on the first and last day of his life on earth.
Labor was induced around noon, she wrote. She asked readers to say prayers and wish the family peace. And to ask God to allow his parents, Lauren and Greg, to hold their precious baby before he died.
A later blog told us he’d been born. He had lived. During his short life, he gave great joy to those around him.
Jonathan’s life was marked by numbers.
At 17 weeks, his parents found out that he was a boy and that he might have something wrong with him.
Days later, they found out that he had Trisomy 13, a chromosomal defect. And that he had it in its most fatal form.
Incompatible with life, was the ruling. His parents chose that he would live every moment he had fully.
On Oct. 8, labor was induced.
At 7:16 he was born.
At 7:56, he died.
He weighed 4 pounds, 3 ounces.
He had blonde hair and the hands of a basketball player, according to the blog posted by a family friend.
That’s all we know. But it’s enough.
In Jonathan’s short life, he taught others to live theirs more fully.
From the Tomaschkos, we learned that it’s possible to proceed with great courage, even into the face of unimaginable loss.
That trusting in God doesn’t mean getting the outcome that you might have wanted.
That it is possible to find joy and meaning in even the most painful parts of our lives.
What an amazing legacy for a tiny boy to leave behind.
Thank you, Jonathan.
And thank you Lauren and Greg for sharing your son with us.