Wednesday was a normal day. I was at home taking care of my newborn and my toddler girls were having a great time. Life was great! My plans for Thursday were pretty much the same.
I fed sweet Waleska in the morning and she wasn't too interested which I thought was odd because she was a great little eater. So around noon I called the nurse line and told them her symptoms of her being a little fussy, not interested in eating, and sleepy with no temp. The nurse tells me it sounds like gas or a fussy period because babies go through those around 3 weeks. She told me a couple of things I could do to make her more comfortable. Around 6:00pm a nurse friend came over to see us and she looked her over. She too thought it was gas so she told me to go get some gas-x for babies. I took the baby to the store, gave her the medicine, and it seemed to help. All this time, keep in mind that she had no temperature. We went to bed for the night. I was thinking she was feeling better, she has stopped fussing and was sleeping. I jumped awake around 2:00am to feed her and she would not eat still. I went back to sleep. Her dad would come in and look in on us. She was peacefully sleeping. At 5:55am Friday, December 4, my baby was lethargic, staring into space, having a seizure, and dying in my arms.
We rush her to the hospital which is 3 minutes away and they whisk her away from me and the nurse says, "When your baby cries like this, it means she is very sick!" I'm like, "Very sick?!? What are you talking about? Just yesterday she was fine."
After hours in the ER my sweet baby got airlifted to a children's hospital in Denver. My daughter was there for 3 days when we had to decide to take out her breathing tube. She had suffered such sepsis, DIC, and mini strokes in her brain that there was severe brain damage. She would have no chance of an independent life. We removed the tube and she was not able to take a breath on her own. She passed away for a second time in my arms 15 minutes later.
They just said it was late-onset GBS and there is no telling where she acquired the bug from.
I was going to have a baby, but now I just have an angel in heaven, Waleska Renae.
— Vanessa Kelly, CO, USA
I fed sweet Waleska in the morning and she wasn't too interested which I thought was odd because she was a great little eater. So around noon I called the nurse line and told them her symptoms of her being a little fussy, not interested in eating, and sleepy with no temp. The nurse tells me it sounds like gas or a fussy period because babies go through those around 3 weeks. She told me a couple of things I could do to make her more comfortable. Around 6:00pm a nurse friend came over to see us and she looked her over. She too thought it was gas so she told me to go get some gas-x for babies. I took the baby to the store, gave her the medicine, and it seemed to help. All this time, keep in mind that she had no temperature. We went to bed for the night. I was thinking she was feeling better, she has stopped fussing and was sleeping. I jumped awake around 2:00am to feed her and she would not eat still. I went back to sleep. Her dad would come in and look in on us. She was peacefully sleeping. At 5:55am Friday, December 4, my baby was lethargic, staring into space, having a seizure, and dying in my arms.
We rush her to the hospital which is 3 minutes away and they whisk her away from me and the nurse says, "When your baby cries like this, it means she is very sick!" I'm like, "Very sick?!? What are you talking about? Just yesterday she was fine."
After hours in the ER my sweet baby got airlifted to a children's hospital in Denver. My daughter was there for 3 days when we had to decide to take out her breathing tube. She had suffered such sepsis, DIC, and mini strokes in her brain that there was severe brain damage. She would have no chance of an independent life. We removed the tube and she was not able to take a breath on her own. She passed away for a second time in my arms 15 minutes later.
They just said it was late-onset GBS and there is no telling where she acquired the bug from.
I was going to have a baby, but now I just have an angel in heaven, Waleska Renae.
— Vanessa Kelly, CO, USA