White Rose

A new life
3:34 a.m. - 2008-01-25

Perhaps someone will come across this and read it, perhaps it will just be words I needed to write. If there is anyone who chooses to comment, just write me at my email... pennybigelow@hotmail.com

Amy had her baby last week. I did go in with her in the operating room. Which did in fact piss off her now ex-husband. (not showing a great amount of care here for him.) This is my reasoning, She is MY daughter. She is his EX. She needed support. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy! He weighs 7 lbs 4 oz. Very cute indeed. His name is Dylan John. After she came out of recovery I was in the room with her while a nurse decided this was the best time to go over a bunch of bullshit stuff. Like where to get him circumsized etc. The lady is going on and on and on and on, clearly there is a better time to do all this than when a patient just comes out of surgery and wishes to see their baby. That is what I was thinking. But... this lady I will be forever grateful too, because of her job of having to go over so much information she was present when an emergency happened and literally this saved Amy's life. Amy kept wincing and nodding at the lady. Finally the nurse asked Amy why she was wincing because she shouldnt have felt any pain yet, least not as much as she appeared to be in. Amy says "it would be fine except for the bleeding, thats what hurts." The nurse says, "what bleeding, you shouldnt be bleeding" with that she moved that rolling tray thing and we saw the BLANKET with a growing blood stain, the nurse looked at me and begins to panic, throws the blanket back and the top sheet is crimson red, soaked in blood and Amy is sitting in a pool of blood that when her leg is moved floods off the bed splashes the wall and floor. Lets start with saying I am not in the medical profession for a reason.. the reason is blood. UGH! Yes I admit I am a weak individual when it comes to gross stuff. Total pandemonium breaks out.
A flurry of nurses, Dr's, etc. More blood. Her heart rate fading, her blood pressure so low that it is dangerous, more blood, she is losing conscious, watching my child as shes clearly dying. Praying to God on her behalf.. on behalf of her children, her baby, me. She cant die. Not in front of my eyes, not now, not in my lifetime. Dammit. So much blood. Rushing her down to do an emergency procedure to hopefully stop the blood. She lost over 2 liters just in the room, not including surgery, not including while being rushed away, she had 2 full blood transfusions of 4 bags of blood hung to try to start replacing it. Finally, it stopped. She is alive. My heart is rejoicing that shes alive, my soul wretched because I just watched helplessly as my daughter clung to life and almost died. The joy of my grandson over shadowed by the concern of my child.
So proudly I announce that they are both well, alive, and I have a new person to fall in love with.
He was born on his sisters birthday. Her 3rd birthday to be excat. She was not thrilled by her present. She will like the rest of us learn to fall in love with her new family.

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