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| The Life Story of Lucas | ||||||||||
| I was then moved to another room (i have no idea why) Finnally a shift change occured and I got a nurse who was very sweet and more than willing tohelp me feel more comfortable. They couldn't give me an epidural since my labor was progressing so slowly so every few hours I got a nice shot of demoral (apparently i was right out of it after they gave me the demoral, I suppose the previous nasty nurse had left a message to shut me up any way possible and this must have done the trick, i don't remember anything from the time the demoral shots were effective) I recall when they had to let the demoral wear off that the pain was so intense I couldn't help but scream through contractions, an epidural was on the way and may have taken less than an hour to get but it seemed forever. I don't recall everything that happened since i was still very fuzzy minded from the shots i had been recieving but apparently i got very angry with my mother and kicked her out of the hospital room (i don't even recall when she showed up). I have no idea how long i was in hospital for but from start to finnish my labor lasted a dreaded 94 hours. Eventually after i recieved my epidural my body relaxed enough to let things start to really progress. My son Lucas was born with the assistance of forceps and a vaccum. (I may have been mentally ready for a child but my body was not prepared to give birth) I got to see my son froma cross the room for a few minutes while they ran some tests then they whisked him away to the children's hospital where he was hooked up on life support. I had my son on the list for a heart transplant and the wonderful people at sick kid's did everything they could. From the trauma of giving birth on my not-ready body I could hardly walk for 2 weeks and since I was 16 at the time sick children's hospital adopted me and helped me cope with the pain and fears. Sick kid's hospital gave us a place to stay while my son was there and even gave us funding to buy groceries and the like while under their care. They were a true heaven send. 3 weeks after my son was born they asked me if i was ready to consider a very dangerous high risk operation on my son which would make the one half of his heart serve his whole body. (there is a series of operations done over the course of a lifetime with this condition) i said yes i wanted every chance possible for my son and we knew it was very unlikely he would have a donated heart in time at his age. The operation was a success. They had very high hoped for my son and thought with how fast his condition was improving that by the end of the next month he would be ready to go home. Sadly this wasn't the case. They soon discovered my son had a bacterial infection in his blood and none of the medications they gacve him were helping. The infection started to cause heart failures and eventually he was having 3 or more failures a day. On April 21 1994 the couldn't revive him after a failure and my son passed away in my arms. This is a very heart wrenching story but I like to think of the facts...I got the pleasure of spending that month with my son, I know I gave him every possible chance i could. There will always be an ache and tears when i think of him but i cherish the time i got to spend with my little angel. | ||||||||||
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| Follow-up note: I had a woman email me and ask why I would publish such a sad story on the internet like this. My answer is simple. My son will never be forgotten for as long as I have any say in the matter. The title clearly states this is a very sad story. I felt the need to publish it so more people would know of my son. . |
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