Post by sarah on Dec 16, 2015 20:18:02 GMT
When my son, Ireland (if that name sounds familiar, Doc read my shout your abortion letter on air) died when he was 2 weeks old. He started out with a simple bout of constitpation. When we took him to the dr. they couldn't hear bowel sounds, so they sent us to the local childrens hospital. When we went, we sat for 12 hours. He stopped breating at one point, my mom got him breathing before drs. even got to us and they didn't believe us when we told them. We continued to sit. Finally, they did a barium enema on him, which I found out later, you are NOT supposed to do on a baby that young. About 4 hours after that procedure, he went to a room to stay over night because he still wouldn't go to the bathroom, descended stomach and wouldn't eat. (that had been going on for a total of about 48 hours now) My mom stayed with me because I hadn't been sleeping. Through out the night, the nurses had been telling the dr. that he needed to see my son because he had been declining. Instead, the dr. said he would be fine and refuse to see him and slept. The next morning, my son had to be resussitated twice and was rushed to PICU where they planned to monitor him further. When they got there, they rushed to me and said that there's an emergency and have to open him up right in his room. Because he was so backed up and the dr from the night before didn't do his job, they had to cut himopen from chest to down and take his organs out to relieve the pressure. Unfortunately, his body had already been through too much and he was too young. He couldn't take it. He passed away from the trauma. We made sure to have an autopsy done....it turned out that he went septic from the drs lack of attention to my son. So, that's where my work on forgiveness came in to play.
I decided to post this because every now and again I talk about him and I don't want it to be a weird thing. It's not to me. It doesn't bother me to talk about him. It doesn't even bother me that he's gone. That may sound weird to people, but the way I see it is this: He is in the most amazing place he can ever be so how can I be upset about that?
Questions or comments about it are fine and welcomed.
I decided to post this because every now and again I talk about him and I don't want it to be a weird thing. It's not to me. It doesn't bother me to talk about him. It doesn't even bother me that he's gone. That may sound weird to people, but the way I see it is this: He is in the most amazing place he can ever be so how can I be upset about that?
Questions or comments about it are fine and welcomed.