Open Diary Part One: Ill start from the very beginning when I brought up the basket of socks early that Friday morning, set it on my bed and proceeded to the boys room to wake up Ryan not having a clue as to the nightmare that would soon unfold. I can see myself and Ryan screaming at Noah to wake up. Me calling 911 with one phone and calling Chris to come back home with the other phone (he had just left for work). I see us trying to keep Emmalee in her room and then Chris running in. I watch in horror as he gives his son CPR on his bedroom floor. Fast forward to the ER and the grim news that they kept bringing us, I only remember fragments, CPR for the second time... heart rate dropping to 6 beats per minute... CPR for the third time ... diabetic shock... emergency tracheotomy ... seizures... cant secure an airway... living wills... proxy... I remember my legs buckling under me and being lifted to a chair, nurses talking to me but not even hearing their words. Chris punching the wall when they started CPR the second time. I remember asking my mom and dad how will I live without him? And the tears. The tears that never ceased. The paralyzing heartache that grew worse. The very possible reality of living the rest of our lives without this important person. How? ~Part 2 to be continued~
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 19:43:12 +0000
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