“If we had found it any later, he would have died,” my dad’s doctor told my mother; it took the hospital too long to realized that my dad’s appendix had ruptured. The hospital had kept misdiagnosing him, and they were now trying to convince my mom the hospital wasn’t at fault. At the time, I was only eleven years old, and I was too naïve to know what was going on. However, I could see that everyone in my family was stressed about my father’s surgery he just had and his condition. In the past few days my mother had only been home for an hour a day to take a shower and have a snack.
I hated that I had to go to school while my dad was in the hospital. After a couple of days, we learned that Dad had a stroke, several actual. The doctors said he wasn’t feeling anything on the right side of his body. Robin called the hospital several times a day, morning, noon, and night. After about month Dad could move aging.
Basically, I didn’t have a social life anymore. My relationship with my husband was also going down the drain because we never spent any quality time together. My whole life was a big mess at that Cabarcas 2 point, but whenever I saw Andy’s face he made my heart smile. Andy was a year old and he didn’t talk much I got worried, but the Doctor told me to wait a few more months because boy’s take a little bit longer than girls to start talking, so I did. In despite of all the frustration and despair I always showed Andy a lot of love.
I would wakeup in the middle of the night from sounds of my dad getting sick in his room. Walking into his room to see what was wrong, I found him with both hands over the sink dizzy, from constant vomiting. One morning I looked at my dad and I could tell he was starting to loose weight faster than he had every before; this went on for about two or three weeks when finally I had to drag my Dad to the doctor. I said, “Dad you are going to the doctor one way or the other.” His reply was he knew it was time but he could tell something wasn’t right. I was always so scared because I slept like a rock I never wanted me to sleep through him calling my name if he needed help, that was one of my biggest fears.
When I was seven my life was changed. After many scans and tests, we found out that my grandmother had pancreatic cancer. Walking into my grandmother’s house the night before she had to go into surgery, I kept telling myself she would be fine. While sitting on the couch talking about anything and everything that didn’t have to do with the surgery itself, we all couldn’t be more nervous. No one wanted to face the fact the she had to go through this.
My father was leaving that afternoon on a business trip, I sat up to kiss him goodbye that is when, with no warning, no pushing, and no pain, my little girl Veda was born. My worst nightmare had come true, everything I had been trying to prevent was now happening, and happening fast. Twenty or so nurses ran into the room, as I looked down at the lifeless little girl in my bed. “She is stillborn” my father had cried. Sometimes a mother of multiples can give birth to one or two children and the others can remain inside for many more weeks.
After my boyfriend dropped me off at home my parents were frantic. They were getting ready to go to the hospital in Jackson because Mawmaw was even worse than that morning. Momma was trying to get in touch with her sisters, who would not answer. Daddy decided to drive to their house which was twenty minutes away. When he got back we were ready to go, we drove the whole forty-five minutes to the hospital.
I was nineteen years old, but never in my life did I need my mother more. When I walked in the door my younger brothers and sister were there, but mom wasn’t. I collapsed on the couch, but before I could explain mom arrived home. She could hear the desperation in my voice as I told her, “Mom, I have to go to the hospital, something is wrong!” and explained what was happening. She rushed me to the Emergency Room where we waited in the lobby for hours.
When I was in grade school I was not able spend the night over my friends house in fear that I would have in episode. Now in view of the fact that I have seizures at my age I have not been able to stay in my own apartment and had to move back home. Yet and still at the age of twenty doctors still do not know or understand what cause my seizures however I still have them. My parents and I always speculate that it was the traumatic day that I pound my head into the ground but that is only speculation. Until I am fully recovered from whatever happened I constantly take medicine and have to be under a watchful eye at all times.
i was moody then ever just being tired of being fat and wanting her here already.Being in the third trimester was one of the worst. going thru the false labors and then i had braxton hick which felt like some was stabbing me. i couldnt deal with it anymore.Before i knew it i was asleep in the daytime and i had these strong pains. i got my babys father up and told him we had to go to the hospital , once we arrived they got me into the room and checked if i was dialated . they looked at me and told me no your baby isnt coming today .