ormosen's Journal

My son’s Dame is Damien, and he is one of the 5% that survived. Damien was born on January 3rd 2006, a healthy 10lb boy, he was my 2nd child, every thing was going good, I had just taken him to a doctors appointment  May 15th 2006, he got a few shots, everything looked good he was healthy. On May 18th 2006, Damien woke me up at around 4:00 in the morning, he seemed just fine. At around 9:00am I laid him back down to rest before I had to go into work. I started getting ready for work at about 10:00am nothing seemed unusual. I walked into my daughter’s room and told her to get her cloths on. I went into my son’s bed room to get him changed and ready to go. I noticed Damien’s color looked off but I thought it what just how the light was on him, I went to his dresser and grabbed some stuff then walked to his crib and that’s when I noticed that he was purple and cold with no pulse, I picked him up out of his crib and all I could do was scream I froze up, my daughter started freaking out in her bed room, I brought Damien into my bed room and called 911. As I was on the phone with the police I tried to give him CPR but I was unable to, his jaw was locked. It felt like an eternity before the ambulance got there. The Ambulance got to my house and took Damien, I was alone with my daughter in my house freaking out I had a hard time talking. The police were vary patient with me. I walked the officers around my house and showed them where he was when I found him. They went through all of my sons stuff. They let me take care of my daughter when they went through Damien’s stuff. Selena was not dealing with me being to upset. I finally got to the point where I was able to call someone I tried to call my mom since she was the one who was going to take me to work but she was not home, I ended up calling my boyfriend at the time David, I told him that something happen to Damien and he left his work to come take me and Selena to the hospital. I was able to get a hold of my family to let them know that something happened. When I made it into the hospital the first thing that happened was they put me into a family room. My family showed up soon after I did, The doctor came in and asked me if I wanted to see him, I really wanted to but before I want in the doctor told me that is was not looking good at all for him. The doctor took me into the room where Damien was, they had him lying on this table with a machine blowing air to help him breathe better. One of the nurses walked me up to Damien and told me that I could hold his hand, I was really scarred to I didn’t want to make anything worse I was able to walk up and touch his hand. Not even a few seconds latter the seizures started. They told me I had to leave and all I could do was stand out the window watching. The doctor took me back into the family room and told me to wait in there. The doctor came into to room and told me that there was nothing more he could do and with my permission they wanted to send him to a better hospital, I gave my consent and told them what ever they had to do. I had to go back to my place and get some clothing and stuff. When I came back to the hospital there were getting him set to go to a different hospital. The sheriffs department was there talking to my family, they were not to bad I know they were doing there jobs. The doctor ruled out abuse and after that I was able to leave and go to the other hospital where my son had left to only a few minutes before the sheriff left. I drove up to the hospital wile on my way I kept calling my sons father Michael. I went through some issues trying to get a hold of him. I finally made it up to the other hospital, St. Vincent.