especiallyheather
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I have never been diagnosed with PTSD, but I do believe I suffer from it. I debated putting my entire story on here for fear digging it all back up and reliving it again, but in the end I felt compelled to do it.
My daughter, Emma Grace was born on June 5th, 2001. We were told during an ultrasound on April 4th that her heart was massively enlarged and that she wouldn't survive until birth. I was told to go home and wait; to call when she stopped moving. That if she was born alive that she would not make it.
She was born alive and she did make it. After 4 months on life support in the NICU she finally received a new heart on Oct 2nd 2001. She was diagnosed with Histiocytoid Cardiomyopathy and Mitochondrial Myopathy
The first 5 years of her life were filled with MANY hospital stays (months on end) but she was alive and that was all that mattered to my family. I have 2 other children and to think of all the memories that I missed, my son was only 1 year old when Emma was born. I missed his first steps, his first word... I had major guilt over the fact that I felt I had abandoned my other 2 children.
In 2005 she was diagnosed with autism.
Her 6th year was almost hospital free. She would go in and out, but never for any significant length of time.
In April of 2007 (notice a pattern?) I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor {anaplastic astrocytoma} There is a lot to this story, but I will skip for brevity sake. (you can read about it here) In May of 2007 I had brain surgery to remove the tumor that was the size of a 9 iron located in my left frontal lobe. I underwent 6 weeks of radiation and chemo simultaneously and a full year of chemo.
Back to Emma. She was strong and healthy up until February 2010. She contracted a virus that attacked her kidneys and lungs. She spent months in ICU on life support. In March of 2010 she came home and within 24 hours she suffered one of many Grand mal seizures. She continued to subclinically seize (brain seizing but body is still) for 3 days until the decision was made to put her into a medically induced coma. When she woke up, she could no longer speak or see. She was diagnosed with Cortical Vision Impairment and could say a few words. She was neurologically like a 9 month old, requiring 24/7 care. Before the seizures she was fully capable of doing pretty much anything a 4 year old would be able to do (use the bathroom/ feed herself/ brush her teeth with assistance) After the seizures our world as we knew it DRASTICALLY changed. She lived like this until the day she passed away. You can read about that day here, but be aware, pictures and story may be triggers.
Emma passed away on Good Friday, April 22nd 2011. She died of Congestive Heart Failure, truly a broken heart. The decision was made to turn off the machines after 7+ weeks in ICU. During those 7+ weeks I suffered from many panic attacks. I couldn't sleep. I just cried. I suffered major guilt because I signed those papers to turn the machines off, basically ending her life. I couldn't be in the room when she took her last breath, which made me feel like such a coward. When she was born I made a promise to her that I would be there until the end... and when she needed me most I sat outside her door on the floor, numb. For many months I would have nightmares about me digging her up (she was cremated) holding her breathing body in my arms and panicking because she was barely alive.... I had to get her to the hospital.
That was when I could sleep.
I was put on medication to sleep, medication to cope... I finally got off all of my med's 6 months ago and I cannot tell you the difference that has made.
It has been 2 years since the day Emma passed. 2 years of grief, sorrow, guilt, and most of all missing her laugh. My house is so very quiet now. But amidst those two years, there has also been great healing and coming to terms with the fact that I did all I could do for my daughter. I went above and beyond to make sure that her life here was as normal and happy as I could. She was such a joy, so very loving... and smiled all of the time. There wasn't a day when she wasn't smiling. I have forgiven myself for the things that I felt guilty over, and realized that there is grace for things that, at that moment, were out of my control.
I still have moments of panic, usually in my sleep where wake up abruptly, very tight chested. I have not had that dream in almost 6 months.
I still very much miss her... she was my world. There will always be in Emma sized hole in my heart....
My daughter, Emma Grace was born on June 5th, 2001. We were told during an ultrasound on April 4th that her heart was massively enlarged and that she wouldn't survive until birth. I was told to go home and wait; to call when she stopped moving. That if she was born alive that she would not make it.
She was born alive and she did make it. After 4 months on life support in the NICU she finally received a new heart on Oct 2nd 2001. She was diagnosed with Histiocytoid Cardiomyopathy and Mitochondrial Myopathy
The first 5 years of her life were filled with MANY hospital stays (months on end) but she was alive and that was all that mattered to my family. I have 2 other children and to think of all the memories that I missed, my son was only 1 year old when Emma was born. I missed his first steps, his first word... I had major guilt over the fact that I felt I had abandoned my other 2 children.
In 2005 she was diagnosed with autism.
Her 6th year was almost hospital free. She would go in and out, but never for any significant length of time.
In April of 2007 (notice a pattern?) I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor {anaplastic astrocytoma} There is a lot to this story, but I will skip for brevity sake. (you can read about it here) In May of 2007 I had brain surgery to remove the tumor that was the size of a 9 iron located in my left frontal lobe. I underwent 6 weeks of radiation and chemo simultaneously and a full year of chemo.
Back to Emma. She was strong and healthy up until February 2010. She contracted a virus that attacked her kidneys and lungs. She spent months in ICU on life support. In March of 2010 she came home and within 24 hours she suffered one of many Grand mal seizures. She continued to subclinically seize (brain seizing but body is still) for 3 days until the decision was made to put her into a medically induced coma. When she woke up, she could no longer speak or see. She was diagnosed with Cortical Vision Impairment and could say a few words. She was neurologically like a 9 month old, requiring 24/7 care. Before the seizures she was fully capable of doing pretty much anything a 4 year old would be able to do (use the bathroom/ feed herself/ brush her teeth with assistance) After the seizures our world as we knew it DRASTICALLY changed. She lived like this until the day she passed away. You can read about that day here, but be aware, pictures and story may be triggers.
Emma passed away on Good Friday, April 22nd 2011. She died of Congestive Heart Failure, truly a broken heart. The decision was made to turn off the machines after 7+ weeks in ICU. During those 7+ weeks I suffered from many panic attacks. I couldn't sleep. I just cried. I suffered major guilt because I signed those papers to turn the machines off, basically ending her life. I couldn't be in the room when she took her last breath, which made me feel like such a coward. When she was born I made a promise to her that I would be there until the end... and when she needed me most I sat outside her door on the floor, numb. For many months I would have nightmares about me digging her up (she was cremated) holding her breathing body in my arms and panicking because she was barely alive.... I had to get her to the hospital.
That was when I could sleep.
I was put on medication to sleep, medication to cope... I finally got off all of my med's 6 months ago and I cannot tell you the difference that has made.
It has been 2 years since the day Emma passed. 2 years of grief, sorrow, guilt, and most of all missing her laugh. My house is so very quiet now. But amidst those two years, there has also been great healing and coming to terms with the fact that I did all I could do for my daughter. I went above and beyond to make sure that her life here was as normal and happy as I could. She was such a joy, so very loving... and smiled all of the time. There wasn't a day when she wasn't smiling. I have forgiven myself for the things that I felt guilty over, and realized that there is grace for things that, at that moment, were out of my control.
I still have moments of panic, usually in my sleep where wake up abruptly, very tight chested. I have not had that dream in almost 6 months.
I still very much miss her... she was my world. There will always be in Emma sized hole in my heart....