Guest guest Posted April 5, 2009 Report Share Posted April 5, 2009 We lost everything and that was not my son's fault, but actually a corrupt governmental system's fault...that began with someone failing to give life saving measures. To spare all the sad details, which you can read in a book anyway, we went from living in a $300,000 home and my husband bringing home $1500. every week to being homeless, separated, and struggling to get any services for my son at all. We now have a home, food, insurance, necessities, and a meager income. In the end,my children and my family were all that mattered. Onc you take everything away, you see what is left and that is what truly matters. My son learning language (of any sort) is a major need for him and while not having services limits what " I " can do for him, we really work hard on just being " normal " . Lack of communication has been really hard, but staying " alive and well " has been even harder.---At one point, we were dying from mold exposure/lung disease, car-less, and penniless. Now, we are basically well individuals, with car, with home, and with more than what we truly need to survive. For just that, we are so grateful. In , " kiddietalk " <kiddietalk@...> wrote: > > My brother is a partner in a maritime law firm, I was surrounded by attorneys including a friend of my husband's who typically worked representing the hospitals in cases like mine that wanted me to sue. Please don't read the rest if you have a weak stomach. > > I had a very solid case too as there were two attempts at high forceps which is what crushed Dakota's face, three attempts at vacuum, and one attempt to manually turn him as he was stuck crowning for 50 minutes. I was starting to have issues too and don't recall everything but apparently there was another doctor who was just about to push him back up to do an emergency C section when (picture someone leaning back like they are pulling at a door that won't open -they pulled Dakota out. That' the short version of the nightmare. Thing is the doctor that delivered Dakota was just out of medical school (I was probably her worst nightmare) and she was one of the nicest people I met at that hospital. I know that she didn't mean to be incompetent -she just was new. My doctor was on vacation and I had up to a certain point a normal healthy pregnancy...and it's a long story but in it toward the end this doctor that actually did what she did was the light to me at the time. I mean a year or so later there was an episode of ER which mimicked my delivery so closely many of us couldn't watch it without tears. In that episode however the mother died and of course I didn't die -but I know that both Dakota and I came close. I do believe I know what it feels like to be given that choice -and I do now believe that it's beautiful to die -but I believe (and maybe because I was delirious and passed out at the time) that I chose to stay...because I knew that Dakota needed me. And about suing. I know this sounds weird but I didn't want to focus on the negative energy of a lawsuit. I didn't want to focus on what was wrong with Dakota. I wanted to focus and visualize Dakota as healing and better -and that there to be no reason to sue. I had ten years to sue anyway...and all I prayed for every day is that Dakota would be OK. Every single day -not kidding. So yes in the early days I could have sued...but we all make choices every day -and you know what- I'm just happy that my happy ending is that there is no reason to sue anymore! > > Is that why we now live near the happiest place on Earth? Probably!!! > > ===== > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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