I know I haven't updated my blog in forever, but a new friend of mine said it would a nice outlet. So here goes.
About a month ago my mom went into the hospital with a UTI that had gone to her blood along with a blood clot. 2 weeks later they thought she was getting better and were about to send her home when she started having breathing problems. On Sunday April 11 she was moved to the ICU and put on a ventilator by the end of the day. That was the last time she ever spoke to me. First she told me that Baby Tres is a boy and then that she never wanted to be on a vent. However once she couldn't breath she gave in. The next week me, my sister and dad stayed at the hospital most of the time. There were ups and downs. During that week her kidney's failed and she had to be put on dialysis. Also her heart rate dropped a couple times and dad had to make the decision to resuscitate if it totally stopped. That weekend I couldn't take it anymore and went home to be with my family.
Monday things were not looking any better, her chest was still full of fluid (which was what was causing her breathing problems) and she showed no sign of being able to come off the ventilator. The Dr's talked to my dad about putting her on a trach indefinitely. I tried to convince him that is not what she would want. On Tuesday he made the hardest decision of his life...to take her off all the machines and let my mom go. And that is what they did. That night we called all her friends and family. Everyone said their last goodbyes. She was taken off of the dialysis, given a morphine drip and then the ventilator was removed. Mom breathed on her own for quite a while as a few of us sat at her side. I could tell when it was coming to the end because her breathes stopped coming as often. I told her to sleep well and within a few minutes she was gone. I stayed by her side and held her hand for a long while until my dad finally took it away. That was the last time I ever touched my mother. That was April 20th. We buried her April 25th...that was the last time I ever saw my mother. Lily spoke at her funeral, I am very proud of her.
By the way Baby Tres is a boy. But more on that later.
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Melissa - I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine how you feel right now. you'll be in my thought and prayers
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