Carter’s Story


The short version of t
he story…

Carter Bickford is the first-born son of Craig and Angela Bickford of Cypress, Texas. He was born on December 9, 2011, along with his triplet brother and sister, Braden and Tenley. They were born very sick at 28 weeks. Sadly, Carter passed away at 49 days old from complications of prematurity. The Bickford’s first time holding him was also their last, but they are grateful for every day they had with him. He was a true fighter and his story has reached thousands. His parents hope that by doing these fundraisers annually, they can raise money in his honor to help other organizations reach even more people.

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As for Braden & Tenley, well, they’re doing just fine. A little therapy here and there and some delays, but they amaze their supporters, prayer warriors, and family every day with their progress.

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The long version of the story…

From before birth, Carter fought to live. He fought to help his brother and sister live. While Angela was in the hospital on bed rest, his sac ruptured 19 days before his birth, leaving him unprotected. Because he was able to stay in, his brother and sister were able to continue to grow.

At birth, Carter was the weakest. On the first day, the doctors didn’t think Carter would survive. His lungs weren’t working. After a tense few hours, it was evident Carter was a fighter as he survived his first brush with death.

During his first few days of life, he struggled with high glucose, needing high oxygen support, and needing morphine and blood transfusions. Little did we know this was just the beginning.

On the Tuesday after he was born, we began our first run at

‘Tuesdays Suck’…

The doctors also discovered that he had E Coli sepsis, which wreaked havoc on his lungs and caused him to have brain bleeds. He was diagnosed with level 3 and 4 brain bleeds and hydrocephalus, a condition which can lead to cerebral palsy or other issues.

After only a week of life, Carter started to experience edema, and we began to lose the baby we knew and see a more swollen boy. This swelling is painful and a result of toxins and fluid being held onto by the cells and the body not releasing them. He would live the rest of his life with this challenge, getting up to 6 ½ pounds at one point when he should only have been around 4 pounds at the time of his death.

Throughout the weeks, Carter’s journey would be one of constant ups and downs. He would have a good day, only to have a bad day the next, and things continued in this fashion for quite some time.

After about two weeks of life, we began to discuss the possibility he might not survive this journey. We kept our faith and refused to give up on our little boy.

Even when Braden & Tenley continued to make progress and moved to a different hospital, we did not give up hope that Carter would recover and be well enough to make the move with them. But, the night of their transfer, we were told he only had a 10% chance of making it – this was Jan. 3rd. We still remained hopeful, and our boy still fought.

For the next few weeks, we had many ups and downs, many times we didn’t think he’d make it. On Friday, Jan. 13th, we almost lost him again. At this point, we said our goodbyes and made peace with everything that might happen to him. We knew he’d be going to a better place, and we knew we’d be okay too.

Then, things took a turn for the worse as his kidneys shut down and he was on full support. But, they also took enough of a turn for the better that a small window of opportunity was found to transfer him to the same hospital his siblings were. One last chance.

After he was moved, he made great strides. He fought hard, and he won several battles. He was coming out of the woods…

Until Tuesday, the 24th… he wasn’t keeping his stats up and was weakening. They couldn’t figure out why. They did what they could, but it didn’t look good. He hung in there for awhile, but that Thursday night, his stats dropped very low – dangerously low – and they couldn’t get him stable again. We were called, and we came. They found that fluid had filled his lungs. He had an infection – the deal breaker, we knew. And, it was time to let him go.

We held him on Friday, the 27th for his last 2 hours of life and for the very first time in his entire life… we watched him slip away, and we comforted him during his last moments as we sent him off into Heaven, knowing we’d see him again one day.

He fought right up until the end. He helped save his brother and sister, and we believe he touched many lives with his fight and his story…

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