By Wednesday, Sean literally seemed as if he was slipping away. As a mother, I can not even begin to explain the horror that was just beginning. Seeing my only child suffer and I couldnt do anything to help him. By this point, Sean was nearly unconscience. He wouldnt respond to us when we would talk to him, even when we shouted his name. He just laid there, shivering. His fever continued to rise and rise. By this point it was around 105.
The doctors suspected Dengue, and were taking blood test every few hours. When his platelets began to drop, that is when the doctor notified us that Sean indeed had Dengue Fever. When she began to tell me all the horrible facts of Dengue and what to expect, I fainted over. The doctor was not very compassionate, instead stated cold-hard facts of how many children die and there is nothing to do for Dengue, etc. I will never forget collapsing on the floor of a filthy bathroom, crying out to the Lord to please wake me up. This had to be a horrible nightmare.
It was then that I called my parents...begging them to get over here, no matter what...I needed them. I was so scared and Ferd and I just needed someone to hug and comfort and pray with us. They said they would get here somehow.
The hospital we were in was a provence Hospital, understaffed, and very primitive. Everytime we needed medicine or IV bags, Ferd had to go out and buy them. The hospital would not supply them for you. It was horrible.
By Wednesday night, the doctor came in and said ( and I will never forget this) that Sean was " deteriorating". Those words forever ring in my ears, and I get nauseous everytime I even think of her saying them. He was getting so bad, that we all decided to he needed to go to Manila.
The nurses loaded Sean up on an emergency ambulance and we transported him on the long road to Manila. I rode in the back of the ambulance with Sean and held his hand. I don't think I have ever prayed so hard in all my life. I am crying now as I relive that moment...
The doctors suspected Dengue, and were taking blood test every few hours. When his platelets began to drop, that is when the doctor notified us that Sean indeed had Dengue Fever. When she began to tell me all the horrible facts of Dengue and what to expect, I fainted over. The doctor was not very compassionate, instead stated cold-hard facts of how many children die and there is nothing to do for Dengue, etc. I will never forget collapsing on the floor of a filthy bathroom, crying out to the Lord to please wake me up. This had to be a horrible nightmare.
It was then that I called my parents...begging them to get over here, no matter what...I needed them. I was so scared and Ferd and I just needed someone to hug and comfort and pray with us. They said they would get here somehow.
The hospital we were in was a provence Hospital, understaffed, and very primitive. Everytime we needed medicine or IV bags, Ferd had to go out and buy them. The hospital would not supply them for you. It was horrible.
By Wednesday night, the doctor came in and said ( and I will never forget this) that Sean was " deteriorating". Those words forever ring in my ears, and I get nauseous everytime I even think of her saying them. He was getting so bad, that we all decided to he needed to go to Manila.
The nurses loaded Sean up on an emergency ambulance and we transported him on the long road to Manila. I rode in the back of the ambulance with Sean and held his hand. I don't think I have ever prayed so hard in all my life. I am crying now as I relive that moment...
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