My husband, mother and I travelled from Johannesburg to Sydney in November 2013 to celebrate a Bris (circumcision) as per our religion, instead we attended a funeral.
My son Brad and his wife Stephanie were expecting their first child, my first grandchild and my parents first great grandchild. Steph had a text book pregnancy. No problems and all went well. Baby was due on the 27th November but 2 weeks before Steph had Braxton Hicks contractions. They went to the hospital as they thought she was in labour. The hospital did tests and monitored mom and baby but all was fine. On the 26th November she was experiencing contractions again and went back to the hospital. Tests and monitoring were fine again. Next morning about 2am she went in as she was in a lot of pain and they performed an emergency caesarean.
The photos taken in the theatre show such happy faces before the baby was lifted out. The kids heard the midwife say "Its a boy." Then sirens went off and immediately about 20 theatre staff appeared. The baby came out blue. He had suffered a Fetal-Maternal Haemorrhage, He bled through the placenta, through the umbilical cord and into Steph. He lost two thirds of his blood. They gave him a blood transfusion and then put him on life support.
We were told that it was the worst case they had every had in their hospital and in the Obstetrician's career. We were also told that it was " just bad luck" that this happened and there is a one in 5000 chance of it happening. To put that in perspective, they deliver 2500 babies in a year so one baby in two years can have this occur. And we were the unlucky statistic!!!
They said that because of the drastic blood loss he had 95% brain damage. He was beautiful- how could he be so "messed up" inside?
On the 28th they wanted to do an MRI to determine the extent of the brain damage but his organs started shutting down on their own. His parents were advised to switch the machines off and this was done. His heart was his strongest organ - he fought and fought to breathe but eventually he passed away.
I cant talk about his funeral now. It is still too painful.
A part of me died with my grandson. I knew him for three days. I will never forget him.
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