The Day I Lost My Children by Savannah Kolshinski

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. 

           Because my chances of being with my family again were grim after the 6 months in the hospital, coming out of a coma, and resaving a liver cranes plant. I was released from the hospital and was staying with my sister taffy for 2 to 3 months after 2 to 3 months I went back home everything was going good I stared going to Alcoholics Anonymous (A.A.) meting then all of a sudden I went back to my addiction with pills