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How Do You Want Her To Die?: Heather Lindsay's Story (Part Five) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Rated "PG" by the Author.
The little baby with Epstein's Anomaly is finally starting to make some progress in her recovery; things are finally starting to look up for her.
Hello! This is Hillary Lyne'a writing; I can't believe it has been over three months since all this started with my baby girl; but after all the uncertainty and heartache, things are FINALLY starting to turn around for Heather Lindsay.
Today, Dr. Emmons saw her, and he was pleased; he said that her vital signs are finally starting to stabilize; and she is breathing much better (she is still on the ventilator, but her oxygen levels and her pulmonary vascular resistance in her blood has finally started to improve). She may eventually be put on supplimental oxygen via the mask or the nasal prongs; but for now, she is steadily improving, and her color looks better now than it ever has. She has a rosy tint to her cheeks, and she is looking less blue since the "Code" she had last week; and she is becoming more aware of her surroundings. Her blood gases have been improving, too, and Dr. Emmons couldn't be more pleased.
When I saw him this morning with a big smile on his face, I tell you, I nearly wanted to start crying; we both had fretted and worried over Heather's precarious condition; and for a time, it didn't look like she would make it; but it finally looks like she MAY. She is now in poor condition (still serious enough, but now at least she isn't in critical, guarded, or grave condition, like she HAD been ever since she became sick a few days after her birth), but she IS improving, and that is what is most important at the present time. My baby girl nearly died, not once, but several times; and now she is finally starting to recover from her illness after weeks of fear and uncertainty.
Now it looks like that Heather may NOT have the brain or physical damage that Dr. Emmons was saying earlier because she is responding to his voice and to the exams he and others have done on her; and she is moving well. She is starting to come back, and I am sure that she will soon want the tubes out of her; whenever I see her she grimaces in pain or discomfort, and it is as though she is saying, "Get these things out of me NOW; they HURT!" Tears also come to her eyes, which have turned a pretty shade of green, and she is becoming more beautiful by the day, even with ALL the tubes she's had in her. She has a headful of red, curly hair, and she definitely favors me in looks.
After I saw Heather in the NICU and heard the good news from the doctor, I went to the hospital's chapel, and I started to cry in spite of myself. All the pain and uncertainty that had been inside of me the past several months finally came to a head, and I couldn't hold back the emotion any longer. I just started bawling, mostly from relief, but also from heartache and fear; and I cried and cried like there was no tomorrow. I got down on my knees at the altar, and I started thanking God for sparing my little baby girl's life, and I thanked Him for watching out over her and NOT taking her to Heaven. I wasn't ready to give up on her, and even when things didn't look all that good for her, I still hoped that God would perform a Miracle in her life and let her survive. Now it looks like that Miracle just may come true ; and I couldn't be happier than I am right now.
I called my mom, Ethel, and my sisters in Baltimore, Maryland (where I am originally from; I moved to Tennessee after the divorce from my husband), and I told them the good news about Heather; and they celebrated and rejoiced with me. They said they were going to be flying down to Tennessee so they could see Heather; they had never seen her since she had been born, and they wanted to meet their newest relative. I told them that she was still sick, so maybe seeing her wouldn't be such a good idea, but they wouldn't take no for an answer; they said they would fly into Nashville in a few days.
Which sent me into a panic: I hadn't been home since Heather first became sick; and I know my house was in a shambles; I didn't want my relatives (or especially Mother) to think that I was a sloppy pig, and I had to do some serious housecleaning before they arrived.
I will write more in a few days; hopefully, I will have even more good news about Heather. I have to get home and clean; I don't want to leave Heather, but I am afraid I have no choice in the matter.
Until later, take care, and thanks for listening.
~Hillary McCabe, Heather Lindsay's Mother.
Written on Sunday, February 29, 2004.
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Reviewed by P. Michaels
3/1/2004
Karen, thank you for letting me know about this one. I looked for Part Four, but for some reason couldn't find it. It's great that she's getting better. Hope she'll soon be going home and someone will help her mother with all the work. Enjoyed the story.
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
Suspenseful and close to home, Rain of Deception 2 will leave you in Tears. Much like Part 1, this will shocking sequel will keep you on the edge of your fingertips.
Hello! This is Hillary Lyne'a writing; I can't believe it has been over three months since all this started with my baby girl; but after all the uncertainty and heartache, things are FINALLY starting to turn around for Heather Lindsay.
