It is inspiring how powerful hope can be in the face of mortal experiences such as losing a child. Sarah's story of darling Ella pulled at my heartstrings:
Monday, February 1st, our soon to be 20-month old
baby girl woke up with a fever during her nap. The rest of the family was sick
the week prior, so we felt we would have a couple of days with a sick baby. On Thursday
Ella was just getting worse and I was just looking for signs to take her into
the doctors. That night she tugged at her ears and that was enough for me. I
took all four children to the doctors that evening hoping to get more help. The
Doctor did a typical check up, and everything seemed normal for having a virus.
Her ears looked perfect and we were sent home. The next two days she was not
getting better, though her fever was gone by Saturday and there were times when
she was acting more like herself. I probably will never forgive myself for not
taking her in again on Saturday. Sunday
morning, she woke up at 4:30 am having a hard time breathing, making grunting
sounds which wouldn’t stop. I took her to the ER and the Doctor put her on
Oxygen to help her breath and then took an X-Ray. Her right lung was full of
fluid (they called this a white out). Her left lung was perfect. They diagnosed
her with Pneumonia (bacterial), and the Corona Virus, and then had her
transported by ambulance to Primary Children Hospital.
When we got to the hospital, the Doctors quickly helped her
get stable and put my heart at ease that she would be ok. They have had cases
like this, and children usually fully recover.
They said that bacterial pneumonia is just “bad luck”. Each day they did
a treatment (going from least invasive to more) and more blood tests, X-rays,
and CAT Scans. Each day the doctors were happy to see her stats so good and no
additional alarms. Each day was hard, but I felt confident that she would
recover, and that all would be ok.
Wednesday morning around 4:30 am I got a call from the head
nurse that Ella’s breathing was not stable, and that they would soon be putting
a breathing tube down her to help her breath. Again I felt like everything was
going to be ok. Staying at an extended
family’s house just five minutes away, I sent my husband to the hospital to
make sure that the procedures would go well.
I got a call soon after from Daniel that I better come to the hospital
now because the doctors don’t know if she will survive. My mind started racing, my heart aching, this
could not be happening. I was driven to the hospital shortly after and rushed
to see her. Her room was full of doctors and nurses and all I heard was “do we
have a pulse?!” as they were doing CPR over and over again. After waiting
outside the room for about a half hour the Doctor told us she was failing and
everything that they tried to do was not helping. She had passed, and we were sent in the room
alone to say our last goodbyes. We later
learned more of her condition that she had a form of pneumonia that is very
rare and very hard for the doctors to detect because the body usually does not
give any signs of failure until it is too late to help.
Our sweet baby Ella Marie completed her mission her on
earth; to bring love, happiness, and comfort to everyone she met, especially
her family and her mama. Now we hope and pray for that same connection with her
to continue with us, as she is our angel. She will always be our “perfect
baby”. She will be forever missed, but
we know this was the Lord’s will, and He has a greater plan for this loving
girl on the other side. We are so grateful to know that families can be
together forever. The day we are
reunited with Ella will be a glorious day.
This family is so amazing and show such love and faith. I was an ER nurse for almost 7 years and we did a lot of codes and I had so much love for the patient and the family. What a hard experience, I am amazed at their strength, I am excited to meet this amazing family on Saturday.
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