At the beginning of March Devon didn't feel well and his skin became a funny color and his legs began to swell, he was admitted to a children's hospital in Hamilton, he was in liver failure, he was transferred to children's hospital in London to await a transplant. Miraculously after 2 days there we were informed that his liver was functioning perfectly. Now just a matter of waiting for him to recover from his brief ordeal and we'd be off home again.
So March 12, 2006 dawns and Devon has been in the hospital for just over a week, his condition had been dire when he was transferred and had been in the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) and they were moving him later on in the day as soon as a bed on a medical floor opened up, all but one IV line was removed and things were looking up.
When I look back on the last few days of Dev's life now I realize that he just wasn't quite 'right', there was something just a bit off about him, like he was someone wearing a 'Dev' suit. I didn't see it at the time because I was overcome with relief at his 'miracle' liver as his doc called it.
On the 12th at about 5 pm, I was sitting across from Devon in a rocking chair, my Mom and I were talking and I looked over to him in bed and he was staring at me with a very odd look in his eyes. I asked him if he was alright and he told me he was having a hard time breathing.
The events following that until his death the next day at 7 pm happened so fast and I believe my brain has blocked a lot of it out as a protective measure that I really can only remember snippets. It all happened very fast, he rapidly declined, he couldn't breath off the carbon dioxide and he was slowing being asphyxiated, he was unconscious, he was intubated and before I knew it he was gone, he died in my arms.
So March 12, 2006 dawns and Devon has been in the hospital for just over a week, his condition had been dire when he was transferred and had been in the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) and they were moving him later on in the day as soon as a bed on a medical floor opened up, all but one IV line was removed and things were looking up.
When I look back on the last few days of Dev's life now I realize that he just wasn't quite 'right', there was something just a bit off about him, like he was someone wearing a 'Dev' suit. I didn't see it at the time because I was overcome with relief at his 'miracle' liver as his doc called it.
On the 12th at about 5 pm, I was sitting across from Devon in a rocking chair, my Mom and I were talking and I looked over to him in bed and he was staring at me with a very odd look in his eyes. I asked him if he was alright and he told me he was having a hard time breathing.
The events following that until his death the next day at 7 pm happened so fast and I believe my brain has blocked a lot of it out as a protective measure that I really can only remember snippets. It all happened very fast, he rapidly declined, he couldn't breath off the carbon dioxide and he was slowing being asphyxiated, he was unconscious, he was intubated and before I knew it he was gone, he died in my arms.
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