Our Story of a Syndrome:Transport to Children's-- Part Three
Within a very short amount of time my husband, Jon, arrived. We clung to each other for support. We have been through a few other intense circumstances in life together, and we were rooted deeper because of it. But this was every parents nightmare: something was wrong with our baby and we had no idea what the future held. This was more traumatic than anything we had ever encountered. At less than 12 hours old Rhyse had already been moved to the "special babies" part of the nursery and hooked up to those soon to be all--too--familiar monitors. I could no longer hold him freely. By 8 am Rhyse was transported by EMS to Devos Children's Hospital, and I was discharged. I could barely walk without intense pain, and I couldn't stand up straight at all. Jon and I drove in silence to Devos:my mind didn't know what to focus on. I had already cried my eyes dry, how much more could I cry. As we pulled in the parking ramp my husband ver