Ok guys this is kinda long... I will try to shorten it as much as possible. My son was born in 2000. I took him home and within a few days his face kept turning blue, his breathing was shallow, his lips kept turning white. Well obvioulsy this disturbed me enough to bring him to the Emergency room. They diagnosed my son with RSV. Okay I am thinkng no big deal... Boy was I wrong!! They decided to admit him into the pediatrics floor. There I stayed with him for 5 days. His oxygen sats kept continuously dropping and he was even more sick now. I am thinking boy this RSV is a kick in the asser. The floor Resident(Doctor) came in and said he was ok enough to be cared for at home. I said to hell he is' his 02 sats keeps dropping and hes fighting to breathe!! He continued to the nurses station and told the nurses to draw up discharge papers. I looked at my brother of whom was with me through this entire ordeal and said this ain't happening! I refuse to bring him home like this. I called my son's pediatrician and left an emegency messege that my son needed to be seen before he is released. An hour later she arrived and did an assessment as well on my son and said to the other doctor, " You cannot send this baby home. He needs to go into intensive care immediately." Of course I am standing right there; my mouth dropped to the floor and I had knotts in my stomach. She then told me that my son's lungs were getting weak from working too hard to breathe. Within an hour my son is 2 floors down on the intensive care unit.
It is around midnight now.... By 6:00 AM my son was rapidly working really hard. His chest was ballooning all the way out and caving all the way in every single breath. I ran into the hallway and pulled a nurse in. She looked at him and immediately pushed the emergency button. Before I could even turn around there was every nurse and 3 doctors standing over my son. Tears started flowing down my cheeks, my heart was hurting so bad. The doctor said we lost him, a nurse said we got him back, the other doctor said get her out of here. It all was happening so fast and the next thing I know I am standing in the hallway. They made me leave his room. Nurses were rushing in and out with equipment. My brother and I sat in the waiting room. I was bawling my eyes out so hard. I did not know if my baby was dead or alive at this point. 45 minutes later (in which felt like 10 hours later) the doctor came in to see me. He said, we have your son hooked up to life support now, he could not breathe on his own anymore. We took xrays on him after we stabilized him and I am waiting on the results. 2 hours later the results are in.... The doctor explained that my son's right lung collapsed from the inside. After talking with him I went back in the room. here was my son, laying there lifeless besides this tube surgically shoved down his throat into his chest. (I said I would shorten this and I have believe it or not.) Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Almost 3months later I am so burnt out from crying and waiting and sleeples nights staring at my baby boy trying to hold onto life. I asked a doctor on the scale of 1-10 what are my son's survival rate at this point? He told me, " This is the worse RSV case this hospital has seen in years.... I CUT HIM OFF AND SAID " IS MY SON GOING TO DIE????". He said "theres a 7 out of 10 percent chance that he will not make it at this point but that is not guaranteed. He may surprise us". I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria (NOW GUYS LISTEN TO WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY HERE) with my head down... I started dozing off from sleep deprivation and exhaustion. The great spirit (First time in my entire life the Lord spoke to me and I heard him clear as daylight) "don't give up now. A miracle is in store for your angel in despair. For the day he has risen will be the day he will rise again." These words stayed with me all week long. Heavy on my mind wondering was that really the Lord speaking to me??? Good Friday has arrived. Mid~afternoon while sitting next to my son doing a crossword puzzle I heard a gasp.. I looked up at him and he was trying to breath with the respirator. This continued through the night... The nurses continued to turn the respirator down as his breaths got stronger. Saturday he was trying to breathe over the respirator. His breaths got even more stronger as Saturday went by... Easter Sunday morning!!!! Its a miracle!!! They have now turned the rspirator completely off and my baby boy is completely breathing on his own. By Easter Sunday night, my baby was in my arms again after nearly 3 months of me not even able to touch him. Praise the Lord! This is a ture miracle! This day Easter Sunday I celebrate 7 years of the miraculous event ever taken place in my life... The life of my child given back to me. So this is my Easter miracle story. HAPPY EASTER AND GOD BLESS YALL. LET US NOT FORGET WHY WE HAVE EASTER.. THE BUNNY MAKES IT FUN BUT THE LORD MADE IT POSSIBLE.
My son in the hospital
My son today
NANCY AKA LEOPARD_GODDESS
