I used to play hockey with this woman who had a baby last week. She had your average c-section then after a day she went into heart failure because she had a blood clot in her leg. She had open heart surgery, but had been unconscious so long she was brain dead and her husband had to make the decision to pull the plug. Tomorrow, when her baby is a week old, she will be buried.
Despite the fact that it has been a while since I last saw her I went to her wake tonight. I felt so bad for her husband who could only say over and over that this was not supposed to happen this way. It was surreal, and so sad, and I wish there was something I could do for that baby who will never know her mother. I wish there was something I could do for her poor husband who can't enjoy the first weeks of fatherhood completely because he is grieving the loss of his wife.
Can you even imagine?
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3 comments:
wow...
that's like the energizer bunny version of terrible.
so sad...
Jesus Christ. How heart wrenching.
It's stories like me that made me embrace my 31 hours of labor sin drogas. This happens soooo rarely but it still happens. How awful.
I'm so sorry to hear that. Very sad.
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