The Day I Lost My
Children
It was a warm morning as I stepped
outside I could see the trees moving from the light blowing wind. The day
seemed normal and beautiful I hoped for a great day but I started to feel
really sick and that’s when everything went down hill. I clutched my stomach
and struggled quickly to the bathroom to falling over and throwing up profusely
the hard vomiting and nausea exhausted me so much that I headed to bed
stumbling past two months old daughter that fell of the bed and was laying on
the floor crying and that’s when I died. My immediately husband called 911.
When the ambulance they immediately
roused over to my limp body checked for my vital sighs and began trying to
bring me back to life. They lifted me on to a gurney and one clamed on top of
me beginning chest compression as the others rushed me out the door passing my
and now damaged children.
My 14-year-old daughter Savannah
suffered in more ways that she could understand. I would spend the next 6
months in the hospital being transited form one specialist to another. 5 of
those 6 months would spent in a coma and waiting for a liver to replace the one
I damaged I went to the bottom of the list to the top of the list.
