How can so much go so wrong so fast?

Let me begin by appologizing for the abrupt way that many of you found out about our sweet baby's passing. It hit us like a ton of bricks! Everything was fine when we left him on Sunday evening...as you can tell from reading our update that night. Around midnight, things began to go crazy...
We keep our phones by the bed and on the loudest possible ring so that we would hear that dreaded phone call if it ever came in from the hospital. I'd heard stories of parent's who'd received it and prayed that we would never be that unlucky...Oh...how wrong was I?!
Around midnight, Solomon's breathing unexpectedly took a turn for the worse. His doctors had no idea why and put the first call in to Sami and I. Unfortunately, too much pumping (for Solomon's food) and too much running ourselves ragged had caught up with us...Sami and I didn't hear the phone ring as we were both passed out asleep. We finally heard the phone the second time they called though, around 5:37 am, and I called right back. Doctor Green, yes the one who nicknamed him Scrappy, told us to come in right away, that Solomon had gotten very sick, and that he thought it might be a perforated bowel, but he really didn't know.
We were at the NICU by 5 till 6, and walked in to a horrifying sight. The doctor's eyes were already bloodshot as were many others. He had nurses, therapists and secretaries running around trying to save him. His belly was huge and blue. I looked at the doctor and he said it was very bad, but gave us 50 50 odds. I knew right away that Solomon had NEC, the silent killer, and that surgery was needed. The surgeon, the same one who did his PDA surgery, came back in and explained the exploratory surgery to us. He told us it would take an hour and that if there was any bowel left alive, he would be able to save our baby hopefully.
Alas, that was not to be. Solomon's bowels had quickly gone from perfect to liquid. There was nothing left...how could that be? He was perfect when we left him...It feels like a sick joke, but that's just the cards we are being delt lately. It feels as though someone has a huge hex on us... and dear Lord, I wish I knew how to make it go away. The sting of events we've been hit with lately is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, if I had one...How can everything be so perfect one minute and horrible the next?
Solomon and Rafe will be burried together on Friday, December 26th at 10:30 am in Frisco, TX at Ridgeview West Memorial Park off of the Tollway and Eldorado Parkway. The website is: http://www.turrentinejacksonmorrow.com/locations.php.
We will have a small viewing at 9:30 am at the funeral home itself on the corner of Main and Preston in Frisco - right across from the Frisco fire station.
In lieu of flowers, we ask that you please make a donation in our sons' memories to The March of Dimes, so that hopefully, one day, no parent will have to lose a son or daughter to NEC or any of the other horrible diseases of prematurity...