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My little boy Nathan was a healthy little 2 year old and one day
he just wasn't himself. I took him to my doctors who told me
he may just have a cold and gave me some calpol. After taking
him home and giving him some calpol he seemed a little better.
At 10pm I put him up to bed and tucked him in and gave him a
kiss. About 3am I awoke for some reason and went to see how
he was, to my horror I found him convulsing in his bed. He was
rushed to hospital where they did not have a clue what was wrong
with him. In the time he was at this hospital he had about 4
fits down one side to which I did not know at the time.
Because they did not know what was wrong with Nathan, they transferred
him to another hospital the day after and by this time he was
unconscious. Once at the hospital they took him to ICU and put
him on a life support. I stayed at the hospital all week at
his bed side praying to god to let him live or for god to take
me instead.
The time came and there was nothing more that they could do
for him nor me. They said he was brain stem dead and that just
the machine was keeping him alive. At this time I did not have
a clue what to do until a doctor took me aside and talked to
me about another little boy on the ward who's mum I had got
friendly with. Her little boy had been in a week longer than
Nathan and was swelling very bad to his head and other things
that I don't want to go into but you can imagine what I mean
with the pressure building up in his head so this helped me
to make my mind up, and allowed the doctors to switch off the
machine, and this was the hardest day of my life and ill never
forget it. This was in 1993, he died of encephalitis.
Nadine
Gt Harwood, UK

Posted: August 06, 2004
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