Truth is... I was so excited to be returning back to school! I had enrolled at Eastfield Community College and I felt that my life was finally getting back on track. Where is the drama? It was still lurking, but I had made up in my mind that I was not allowing it to take up my time. My son was starting to become sick frequently and he was my MAIN priority. One particular day his breathing seemed abnormal. I took him to his pediatrician and found out his oxygen levels were low. What started as a “routine” visit to the doctor, quickly turned into an emergency when the office called 911 to transport us to Children's Medical. When we arrived at the ER they gave him breathing treatments back to back, but his condition was not getting any better. They came back and told me that he was diagnosed with RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus) and they would have to keep him. As a new mother my heart was hurt because I didn't want my baby to have to endure this pain and illness. This is a time where I wish I could take the sickness from him and carry it in my body. Landon’s dad was notified when all this began but again his priorities were out of order and his girlfriend had high rank. He informed me that he was not in town and he would not return until Wednesday…Now where could he be that he could not drop whatever for his sickly son…Where else taking his girlfriend back to school! (DUH!) UGGH!. My thoughts were "Tomorrow is not promised"! BUT I assumed he could care less. I remained at the hospital day and night praying and holding on to my son with the support of my family and friends. One night I was awakened by a piercing cry, from next door - a mother had lost her baby to RSV. My stomach dropped and the tears begin to fall because I did not want to lose my son. I immediately pick Landon up and held him close and tight in my arms. The next morning Landon would not eat or drink anything and his fever was off the charts. The IV had busted in his hand and I felt like my world was about to crumble. As I cried and cried I remember a male nurse saying “mom I'm praying for you, and God has his hand of protection over you and your son.” I called his daddy and finally he decided to grace us with his presence. I was so angry and heated that I immediately began to think “He could have just stayed where he was”. Well, as you might have guessed we could not be cordial to each other which means there had to be an argument hanging in the air. We REALLY argued that night, so much so that the nurse had called security and they asked that he leave. I’m grateful because I had foreseen this situation not ending well AT ALL! From then on it was just Landon and I fighting through this thing because he never returned nor called to do a follow-up check concerning his son. TRUTH IS….. IT ONLY GETS WORSE
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