Billie Hajyasin Hajyasin
Professor Dilbeck
English 1100
Septemper7,2013
The Fall Of 2007.
It was a rainy morning in the fall of 2007, I had anticipated on this day for longer than 9 months.
My baby boy was born and I couldn't belive the baby I was hearing was mine . I was lying hopelessly on the
operating table while they are rushing him off, because he is having trouble breathing.
My husband and family meet me back in the recovery room and they had taken pictures and were
admiring my little boy. I was over whelmed with stress I wanted to see him, feel him and know he was
going to be OK. My husband says "He's looking around, sucking his fingers and he is a healthy baby."
Finally, ten hours latter they tell me I can go see him my husband wheels me into be wheeled i the NICU. I
am so excited but scared at the same time because I don't know what to expect, with him being in the
NICU for so long. When I get there they have everyone wear a mask and wash their hands I ask the nurse
where my son Amir is and she says hes over there and that she needed to speak to us about he's health she
tells us that they are going to transport him to Children's hopital and that he is really sick. I'm freaked out and
scared I want discharged now so I can be with him.
They discharge me and transport Amir to children's hospital when I get to children's the tell me that, his
stomach needs to mature and that threes a empty space in his intestinal track in the x ray.
Two weeks go bye and they tell me that his x ray shows that he is perfectly normal and we can go home
now. I so excited I can finally take my baby home like a normal family. I can't wait to love him and watch
him grow into a young man but, I still have this horrible feeling that something is still wrong it haunts me all
day long. I wake up every hour worried of sudden infant death syndrome or that something catastrophic is
going to happen to him.
He has his first birthday and he is a happy healthy one year old. Then, he gets his first fever that won't go
down. I give him Tylenol and I look over when I'm putting it a way and he is convulsing back and fourth I'm
so nervous I can't even dial 911 on the phone. I can remember holding him and prying that he would stop or
that it was all my imageaation he wasn't really having a seizure. Finally, I can Dial 911 and they arrive pretty
fast and as they came he started having another seizure.
When the ambulance gets to Children's hospital the doctors explain to me that he had a feveral seizure
and that these are normal for young children.I didn't feel relived at all I have never seen anything like that
before. All the fears come back to me the same ones I had his entire first year of life. I thought he would be
gone for ever. I would just watch over him all night and cry for hours about losing him. No one
understood, furthermore no one knew the constant fears I had.
Then it's the spring of 2010 he got a fever that was really high in the middle of the night. I put him in the
bath to try to get the fever down. I notice he is jerking but he is not having a seizure then as I get him out of
the bath he starts to have a seizure I scream for my husband he comes running and then I call 911. They
take for ever and he has stooped breathing and is turning blue. Then finally he starts to breath and he has
white foam coming out of his mouth. We get to the hospital and they do blood work and look at him and
they say he just had a complex feveral seizure. I am so stress I just want him to be fine. I worry and worry
everyday. I check on him constantly and I'm always thinking something will happen to him.
Now, it's been three years and he has not had another seizure. I thank god everyday that he is healthy
and I let Amir know I love him everyday. I've learned that no matter how much you stress it's not going to
change the out come.
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