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Well today was a nightmare from the darkest regions of hell. The baby was born at 10 am and it wasn't breathing. So they had to get it breathing and took him away. Then we figured all would be ok, but they said he wasn't getting enough oxygen into his blood. Then they discovered a heart problem. Something about a valve not opening or some kind of disconnection. So they brought in a surgeon from somewhere that is supposedly the best and he said he would have to do open heart surgery to repair it or he would die. SO we waited and waited and waited, and then the doctor came back and said the baby was having serious metabolic problems. His glucose, lactic acids, and potassium were sky high and they'd never seen anything like it, and also didn't know what to do.
So after repeating himself about 10 times, he finally got to the point I KNEW he was about to make. The open heart surgery would repair the heart, but it would be in vain because the other problems weren't fixable. So my brother had to decide whether or not to have the surgery and hope for a miracle, or let the baby die and at least get to hold him for a while. They said it would have been a miracle if he even survived a surgery like that, only weighing 5 pounds and having all those issues with the metabolite levels (or whatever...I'm not exactly sure what the problem was exactly).
So my brother said do the surgery and lets at least try. Well then the doctor came back shortly after and said his brain had been damaged due to lack of oxygen in the blood. So then my brother decided to just let him die a peaceful death and they had to take him off the life support and hold him and watch him die.
I'm just dead inside. I just got home.
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