Logan Nathaniel Miller
6/29/99 - 2/19/00
6/29/99 - 2/19/00
The doctor told me I was in labor. The baby was coming soon. The doctor told me I needed to be in Amarillo-the best
place for the baby would be there. I was airlifted out on June 23rd, 1999. The doctors there gave me medication to stop
the labor and shots of steroid to help his lungs mature. The doctors said he had a 50/50 chance. A week later on June
29th, 1999, Logan Nathaniel was born. At only 2 pounds, 5 1/2 ounces he was SO tiny. He had many tubes and wires
connected to him. His small hands with tiny fingers he could wrap around only the tip of our fingers. He slept in an
open isolette for a few days. Soon he was moved to a closed isolette which would be his home for 2 months. He had
several infections, jaundice, RSV which meant he had IVs in his head, hands, arms, and feet. He was on a ventilator,
C-Pap, and nasal cannula. We fed him through a tube we put down his throat. He was on medication for his lungs and
his reflux, a diuretic, and steroids. He snuggled with his Beanie Babies, Mel and Freckles. Each day he gained a little
more. Some days were good, some were not so good. To teach Logan how to eat, we used DumDum lollipops. As
each day went by the time became closer for us to go home.
The whole time I was in the hospital and the 11 weeks we stayed with Logan, I knew everything was going to be just
fine. Even when the easiest thing for me to do would be just give up, Logan was so needy and fought so hard for every
breath he took. He needed me, but I needed him even more. I could only be by his side, pray for him every minute, every
hour, every day. To look into his big blue eyes all I could do was fall in love with that tiny little person. So many worries,
so many fears.
From the moment I first saw him and touched his tiny hand, he reached right into my heart, into my soul, and took over.
He made everything so small. Even though he was so tiny, he was so large. Because Logan lives he gives me hope.
God has stood by my side through tough times and tougher and now He has sent to me the most precious give of
all-my Logan.
I know that Logan’s success in life comes from God, from the many prayers that were sent up by our many, many
friends and family members across the country. Without God, the story would have been much different. I praise God
daily for our precious Logan.
On February 19, 2000, Logan Nathaniel Miller passed away in his sleep. We thank God for the short time we had to
spend with him.
Written by Logan’s Mom…
place for the baby would be there. I was airlifted out on June 23rd, 1999. The doctors there gave me medication to stop
the labor and shots of steroid to help his lungs mature. The doctors said he had a 50/50 chance. A week later on June
29th, 1999, Logan Nathaniel was born. At only 2 pounds, 5 1/2 ounces he was SO tiny. He had many tubes and wires
connected to him. His small hands with tiny fingers he could wrap around only the tip of our fingers. He slept in an
open isolette for a few days. Soon he was moved to a closed isolette which would be his home for 2 months. He had
several infections, jaundice, RSV which meant he had IVs in his head, hands, arms, and feet. He was on a ventilator,
C-Pap, and nasal cannula. We fed him through a tube we put down his throat. He was on medication for his lungs and
his reflux, a diuretic, and steroids. He snuggled with his Beanie Babies, Mel and Freckles. Each day he gained a little
more. Some days were good, some were not so good. To teach Logan how to eat, we used DumDum lollipops. As
each day went by the time became closer for us to go home.
The whole time I was in the hospital and the 11 weeks we stayed with Logan, I knew everything was going to be just
fine. Even when the easiest thing for me to do would be just give up, Logan was so needy and fought so hard for every
breath he took. He needed me, but I needed him even more. I could only be by his side, pray for him every minute, every
hour, every day. To look into his big blue eyes all I could do was fall in love with that tiny little person. So many worries,
so many fears.
From the moment I first saw him and touched his tiny hand, he reached right into my heart, into my soul, and took over.
He made everything so small. Even though he was so tiny, he was so large. Because Logan lives he gives me hope.
God has stood by my side through tough times and tougher and now He has sent to me the most precious give of
all-my Logan.
I know that Logan’s success in life comes from God, from the many prayers that were sent up by our many, many
friends and family members across the country. Without God, the story would have been much different. I praise God
daily for our precious Logan.
On February 19, 2000, Logan Nathaniel Miller passed away in his sleep. We thank God for the short time we had to
spend with him.
Written by Logan’s Mom…