Raising Humanity: Honoring the Draper Baby & Tristan STOP SHAKING BABY SYNDROME

Raising Humanity: Honoring the Draper Baby & Tristan STOP SHAKING BABY SYNDROME

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DON’T SHAKE BABIES

Excerpt from “Raising Humanity”

By Tristan & Yvette Bujeaud

I write this story in memory of my grandson, Tristan.

Approximately 50,000 babies a year are victims of shaken baby
syndrome in the United States. One in every four of these babies
dies. I was completely unaware of this information until it touched
my life in a personal manner. Recently, I was shocked to discover
that I had a grandson. My son was also unaware that he had a
son. We were shocked to learn that not only was our country
attacked by terrorists on September 11th, 200l, but our family had
been too.

My grandson’s mother had badly abused him. The state of New
Hampshire ordered DNA testing when Tristan had been brought to
a local hospital emergency room at six weeks of age with severe
medical trauma to his brain and brain stem. A thorough medical
examination revealed a broken leg and rib that had begun to heal
from other ghastly days this infant had endured.

Tristan needed to go no further than his own mother’s rage to be a
terrorist victim, an abused infant in his own home. His mother was
arrested. She is now in prison, pregnant with twins.

Although my son had only been intimate with this woman once
and barely knew her, he was now a father. How my son wishes he
had known right away about this responsibility! He potentially
could have saved his son from becoming permanently disabled.

The doctors said it was the worst case of shaken baby syndrome
they had ever seen. When Tristan was taken to Mary Hitchcock
Hospital in Lebanon, New Hampshire, he was not expected to live.
He did. He is, however, totally deaf and blind. He has a feeding
tube and makes gurgling sounds because of an inability to
swallow. He also has seizures.

I had worked with Robin Alexis before. She had predicted a dear
friend’s death as well as my husband’s. I had been grief stricken
on both accounts and her love had seen me through those difficult
times. I called Robin to see if she would be able to tell me
something about Tristan. She said Tristan wanted to be a poster
baby for shaken baby syndrome. He didn’t want any other babies
to suffer this way ever again. He made us promise that we would
help him get his life’s purpose out in the open. Hence, I asked my
son if he was willing to have Tristan’s story be told. Of course, we
all agreed to help Tristan make his life worth living.

According to Robin, when Tristan’s mother shook him, his spirit
became so frightened that it left his body. Rhobbin and I prayed
that Robin be given divine permission to telepathically
communicate with Tristan. We wanted to let him know he was safe
to be here, that no one would hurt him like that again.

During our conversations with Tristan, Robin explained to him the
spiritual purpose of the experience he had had with his mother.
When Tristan’s spirit was soothed and calmed, Robin watched it
spiral back into his body. Robin began to intuit what other services
could help him. She said he needed to be christened and to have
someone do some alternative healing on him called Reiki, a form of
hands-on healing that is channeled from the Infinite Wisdom of the
Universe. I called Tristan’s maternal grandfather and told him I
would like them to get Tristan christened. They willingly got
someone to perform a baptism.

I didn’t think I could explain what Reiki was to them, so I
undertook my own pilgrimage to seek the ability to give my
grandson this gift of healing. I sought out a Reiki Master by the
name of Dick Perley. He gave me an attunement, so I could do
“hands on healing” with my grandson. The process of allowing
Spirit to work through us is referred to as an attunement. It is an
ancient tradition passed down from one master teacher of Reiki to
others. Dick showed me the hand positions to use. The ancient art
of healing was within my ability to use with my grandson. I only
wanted the best for him on his journey back to God. I was willing
to open my heart and mind for what little comfort I could bring to
this poor child.

I was really wondering if I would be able to convince the home
caring for Tristan about Reiki. When my son and I arrived at the
unit, Tristan was asleep. It was such a nice day we brought him
outside. We were there for about five hours. He never woke up or
even seemed to notice the difference between outside and inside.
Finally, I got up the courage to do Reiki on him. When I placed my
hands on him he began to move his arms and legs and his head
moved from side to side! I was quite amazed at the reaction, since
Tristan does not move much. I left my hands on him for about half
an hour, allowing for the faith healing to occur.

We then went back inside to the family room and an elderly woman
came to say goodnight to Tristan. She was leaving for the evening.
She said how much she loved him and what a special child he was.
She ran her hands over him lightly and said he was doing okay.
Then she said she had energy in her hands. She said she could tell
if the children were resting peacefully. I asked if what she did was
Reiki. She said she simply had the ability to help the children with
the energy that came out of her hands. She was a 92-year-old lady
and had volunteered there for twenty-five years. I couldn’t believe
it! My prayer had been answered.

We stayed a while longer. It was so hard to leave him. My son and I
both know this facility was where he belonged. Tristan began to get
uncomfortable and started to cry. He probably sensed we were
getting ready to leave. My son was going through the television
channels at the time. One channel was having a Catholic mass. I
asked my son to stay on that channel. Tristan quieted down right
way. My son was completely amazed. I wasn’t. I felt it was what he
needed.

The whole day I was there I felt a lot of love surrounding my
grandson, my son, and myself. I knew there was someone helping
us through this. I just knew my deceased husband was there with
us. Since that day, Tristan has died. I trust he is with his
grandfather in heaven. Robin says that my husband was there for
Tristan the moment he passed over. She says he loves Tristan
more than we can imagine. I just know that Tristan was a very
special child and extremely bright. Bright enough in his own way
to find a family to be born into that would help him express his
heart’s desire: to stop shaken baby syndrome.

Tristan has been dead for over a year, but I can feel his spirit with
me as I type this. He and Robin’s daughter are begging us to pay
attention to what is happening to children. Don’t ignore the signs. Don’t be part of the problem. Be part of the solution. Report child abuse.

http://www.dhr.state.md.us/cps/report.php