Jasmine�s Story
My name is Nichole and I am Jasmine�s mommy. I gave birth to Jasmine on May 29,2000 at 8:27 P.M. after 27 hours of labor they decided to do an emergency c-section. They decided on this not because of the fact there was anything wrong with her it was that after laboring for so long she got very tiered and the doctor did not want to put her though anymore stress than needed. That was only the beginning, they had to put me to sleep for her birth so I did not get to see her until about a hour or two later. All I remember is waking up and asking my mom what she looked like and all my mom could say was Carlos, that is her father. She had a head full of dark black hair and she was 6 LB 12oz and 21 inches long. The perfect baby that I had been waiting all this time for. She looked like a doll she was so perfect. Carlos and I were so happy to finally have her here in our lives. She was such a happy baby. Also a very good baby. Well all of that ended on June 16, 2000. The worst day of my life. That morning Jasmine was being extra good for me. She slept in for a little while and when she woke up I sat in bed and played with her watching her giggle and smile. She was turning into such a big girl. Carlos called that morning to see how she was doing and it made him so happy to hear her in the background giggling. Her great-grandfather came by that morning to see her and held her for the first time, he was always nervous about holding her since she was so tiny. At about 11:00 am that morning her grandpa and uncle Ryan were getting ready to leave for work so they both came in and gave her a kiss good-bye and by that time she was getting kind of fussy and hungry. I decided to put her in her swing. She seemed to like it; I had only put her in it for the first time the night before. I put her in it so that I could go ahead and make her a bottle. I made her bottle and went in the room to get her and what I saw next was the worst thing I think any mother should ever have to see. One of our two family dogs had bitten her on her head. She was still sitting in her swing crying and very alert. I picked her up and call 911. As soon as they got there they put her in the ambulance and took her to the trauma unit of our near by hospital. There they would not tell me how she was doing. I had my hopes up do to the fact that the whole way to the hospital she was crying and still alert and one of the doctors said they had to sedate her to check her out. By the time that I found anything out they were doing a CAT scan on her and getting ready to transport her to the Children�s hospital right next door for emergency surgery. One of the doctors had told me before she left that all it looked like was a skull fracture and that was something that they could repair. Meanwhile I was on my way to the other hospital to be with her. At this time I was in the waiting room and in came the doctor who was to perform the surgery on her. He then told me that there was only a 50/50 chance she would make it. He said they were trying to stop the bleeding so that he could go in and see what was going on. My heart dropped to my feat the minute that he said that. All I kept on thinking was how careful I was with her and how this can�t be happening to me. They finally were able to work on her and one of the nurses came in and told us that her heart had stopped and they were trying to bring her back. Again my heart fell to my feat. I didn�t hear anything for a while and when I did I heard the worst news in my whole entire life. One of the doctors came in and told us that there was a 0% chance she would make it due to the fact that the bite had went completely through her brain and cut the jugular vein completely in half. The only thing at that time that was keeping her alive was life support machine. And then came all of the decisions that I had to make. Ones I thought I would never be making in my life. He asked if I wanted a do not resuscitate order put in her file. One part of me was saying keep her here as long as we can and the other part was saying don�t make her suffer if she is ready to go then let her go where she will be peaceful and out of pain. Then they finally let us see her. It didn�t even look like my baby girl. Her body was bloated due to the IV fluid they had in her and all of the blood they had to give her. I wanted to just hold her so badly and never let her go. They said that I couldn�t hold her but I could get in bed with her and lay with her. There were so many people there that loved her. Me, Carlos, her grandma, grandpa, Uncle Ryan, Aunt Ashley, Great Aunt Janet, Frieda and her Great Aunt Robin. I was surprised that they let so many people in but all of the nurses were so understanding. In the little while I had left with her some people from the department of Children and Family Services wanted to question me about what had happened. They apparently did not know that she was not going to make it. Me and Carlos were in there for a long time answering stupid questions to these people while all I did was want to be with my baby girl. My mom came looking for us so that we could go and be with her. Then they finally let us go back to Jasmine. I got back in bed with her and about 5 to 10 minutes later her heart rate started to drop. The doctors started to give her all of these different medicines and then the question came if I wanted them to stop and at that time I told them to stop I wanted her to not be in pain anymore. I was able to lay and hold her the last minutes of her life. I feel almost as if she waited for me and her daddy to come back and be with her when she left us. We were able to hold her after she left us and so did everyone else that was there that loved her so much. The nurse let me give her a bath and clean her up and put her in a little gown. They also put her footprints on a nice little poem card for me. The nurses at this hospital were some of the greatest people. That night I was so confused I went there with a baby and now I was leaving with out one. For almost a week after she left us to go to Heaven it rained. I believe that she was up there crying along with us. Jasmine I love and Miss you more than life it�s self.
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