Submitted by Paul (Teddy’s dad)
On the morning of Dec 30, 2022, my wife and I lived every parent’s worst nightmare. We woke up to find that our child Theodore, who we call Teddy, did not. Our beautiful boy was 15 months old; walking, talking, growing, and curiously exploring the world the way one-year-olds do. And now, suddenly, he was dead. He wasn’t a sickly child, though there were some scares along the way. When he was born, he spent his first two nights in the NICU due to trouble breathing. Then, he had a febrile seizure when he was 11 months old, but even then, we were only in the hospital for a couple of hours before being sent home, the doctor assuring me that febrile seizures were harmless. The day before he died, he had gotten a fever and a cough: but it was just a cold, we weren’t worried. A sick toddler sucks, but they don’t just die from colds, do they?
This isn’t about the pain and the horror of losing your child, so I won’t really get into it, but it’s present; then, now, and every day for the rest of my life. The rest of that morning was a whirl of police and people from the medical examiner’s office coming in and out, taking pictures, asking questions, asking more questions. All the while we’re in shock, we’re in tears, we’re screaming at the sky. And after a time, they were gone, taking our son’s body with them. That was a Friday morning. We were told the medical examiner wouldn’t be able to get back to us until Monday. Suddenly the house was quiet, and my wife and I were left there, shattered, with one question we thought we would have to wait a whole weekend for: why?
Why, is a very big question when you lose your child. One that we asked a lot in those first few days and weeks and months. Even through the fog of early grief, we knew we wouldn’t get answers to the existential “why’s” that we had, so our hope laid with the medical ones. It was the only thing we had to look forward to at that point: answers. Monday came and Monday went. Surely, he’ll get back to us when he knew something, we can wait. Tuesday came, we couldn’t wait anymore. I called.
The medical examiner performed the autopsy, we were told by staff. Nothing “remarkable” was found. We would have to wait for the lab results.
“How long would that take?” We asked.
“Well, they try to expedite cases involving young children,” was the best response we got. Unfortunately, my brother in law’s nephew had also died as a young child. So, we asked my sister how long it took for his lab results to come back.
“Ten months.”
Well… I guess we would have to wait a bit longer than a weekend. So, we speculated. We ran over the days and hours leading up to his death over and over. Was it something to do with his breathing problems from when he was born? A febrile seizure? Was it something he ate? Covid? RSV? Maybe this, maybe that. Maybe it didn’t matter, the result was the same. But, maybe…
Five months to the day after his death, a manilla envelope came to our house from the Delaware dept. of Health. It could only be one thing. We gave ourselves a few hours to prepare to open it, expecting the medical report inside. When we finally did, it was only his death certificate.
Cause of death: Parainfluenza type 3. This would require some googling. From what we gathered, it was the flu’s cousin, barely indistinguishable from the regular flu. But that was it, all we had was the certificate. No report, no explanation. It wasn’t enough, so my wife called.
To his credit, the medical examiner who performed the autopsy called us back, it was the first time we had spoken to him. He was forthright with us, while trying to remain compassionate. He told us that he didn’t believe the parainfluenza 3 is what killed him. He said there was some swelling of the breathing passage, but not enough to suffocate him. He said the truth was he didn’t know how he died, but that was the only lab result that came back positive, and he had to put down something.
So, five months of waiting and the best we had was an answer to what kind of cold he had when he died, but not how he died. It didn’t work for me; I needed an answer. I like answers. I’m the type of person who checks IMDb during anything I watch: who wrote this? What do I know that actress from? And so on… So, I decided on an answer. Based on theories we had and things the medical examiner said, I created an answer. It was possible, plausible even. But it was also tragic and preventable. It could be best categorized as a series of unfortunate events that led to the loss of my son’s life. It felt pointless. It gave me closure, but in doing so, it broke me.
I mean “full on, right back to the first weeks after his death, I need to call out of work, and I don’t know for how long” broke me. To assign someone so meaningful to me a meaningless death, I lost my faith that there was any meaning to life at all. It hurt to believe it, but I needed to believe something. So, I did. Thankfully, my wife did not.
Several months later, I was fortunate to tell Teddy’s story to a bunch of men in my support group, the Sad Dad’s Club. Afterwards, lying in bed, my wife told me that she hates when I tell people that’s how Teddy died.
“But that’s how he died.” I responded.
“You don’t know that.” She stated bluntly. “The medical examiner doesn’t even know how he died. We don’t know how he died.”
I didn’t argue, but I needed to hold on to what I thought I knew. So, I left it. But she didn’t. She kept looking. And her search took her to SUDC.
SUDC stands for the Sudden Unexplained Death of a Child. You’ve probably heard of SIDS, well it’s like that except for children between 1 and 18 years old. Like SIDS, we’re not really sure what causes it, but the result is the same: a breathing child falls asleep and during that time, they stop breathing. Whatever reflex most people have that tell them “hey, you’re not breathing, time to wake up,” they don’t have it. SIDS is most common, and the chance of it happening after 4 months old tails off, but there’s still a tail. It still happens.
It happens to roughly 1 in 100,000 children. Doesn’t sound like a lot but let’s break that down. According to SUDC foundation (www.sudc.org); in 2021, 249 children between 1 and 4 died a sudden unexplained death in the US. Does it stop after 4? Nope! Even 107 teenagers between 15 and 18 were affected by SUDC. With dozens of children in the age groups in between as well. In total, in one year, 450 US children just suddenly and inexplicably died. Maybe that number isn’t very high compared to the number of children there are in the US, but 450 families going through our pain per year is WAY too many for my taste. And despite what is listed on his death certificate, despite what stories I tell myself, my son’s death was one of them.
I understand why the medical examiner gave us an answer on the certificate, even if he did rescind it soon thereafter. We found out a lot of families get the answer we did, whatever comes back positive, though they mostly don’t get the follow up phone call. And I get it. They want to give us what I wanted to get: answers, closure. But there’s a problem with this practice.
What we didn’t get is the community of parents who are going through exactly what we’re going through because we spent months thinking we don’t qualify. I was lucky to find a tribe of loss parents in the Sad Dads Club, because unfortunately, the support for men who lost their children is so few and far between that those of us who seek it out band together no matter the cause of our child’s death. My wife, though, even though there’s so much more support for moms than there is dads, hadn’t been able to find her tribe, until now. What we didn’t get was Teddy’s name, along with the many others misdiagnosed after death, automatically added to this group. Turns out that research may show a connection between SUDC and febrile seizures. Hmm, maybe not so harmless after all, huh? His death could help researchers who are studying what causes this. With the false diagnosis, that doesn’t happen. Sure, that doesn’t bring my son back, but maybe it could eventually provide us with actual answers, and more importantly help prevent this from happening to other children.
So, now I know. My son, Theodore Xavier Zurheide, died as a result of SUDC. And it’s still not an answer, but it’s a much better one than what I had made up before. It gives us research to participate in, it gives us something to advocate for, it gives us something to strive for, a way to find meaning as we journey through this life we did not plan for. I gives us community. It gives us purpose. And after going through something as isolating and life shattering as losing your child, that’s a lot more important than answers.