They placed him on a gurney, and attached an oxygen mark to his small face as they began talking in codes I couldn’t decipher. All I knew was that I had to sit next to my baby in this ambulance and after a few arguments, they let me.
From there, the rest of the drive to the hospital was a blur and I clutched my baby’s hand as they applied first aid treatment to him, but he wasn’t responding and at this moment, he had lost consciousness. I was trying not to panic, ignoring the tears burning my eyes as they pulled into the huge driveway and began wheeling my baby into the hospital.
Immediately, he was wheeled into the I.C.U. where I wasn’t allowed entry, and less than a few minutes later, the doctors rushed out and broke a news to me that sent my knees hitting the ground. My baby underwent such a huge stress that sent him straight into cardiac arrest. My little baby was having a heart attack!
Life didn’t make sense. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched the doctor's lapels, hyperventilating and struggling to remain conscious as the doctors informed me that he had to be taken into the O.R. immediately or he may die.