A Father's Struggle - David Grasby's Blog

A short 35 weeks ago I found out I was gonna be a daddy again. At first, I was scared. I could not explain why this happened. 7 years ago I had a beautiful baby boy named Davion.  His arrival was less than splendor. My wife had serious complications I almost lost her to a heart attack at 33. Can you imagine welcoming a new child but blaming that child for what was happening to your wife? The day after my son was born I witness the unthinkable my wife ready to get up to for a routine bathroom break then all the sudden hell hath no fury she began to complain about not being able to breathe. I began to worry as she began to slip faster and faster away. She was drowning to death by all the fluid built up in her lungs.  The previous two months before this were the roughest I had ever seen my wife go through. She could hardly walk. I could not touch her without her crying out in pain. We keep asking her doctor if this is normal and he kept saying yes but she knew something wasn't right. She looked liked a balloon struggle to stay grounded.  She could not get around well.  My brave strong wife still worked till almost to the day her water broke.  That was another story altogether. Reverse back to the day after Davion was born. I was scared. I was crying. I was shaking and hurting all at once.  I felt I was gonna lose her. As the echo of trauma screamed through the halls. I watched as doctor after doctor rushed to my wife's ad. The nurse pushes me out of the room just as she begins to flatline. I see out of the corner of my eye I see they inject her with something her body trembling and shocking out. I tell you that hallway was the coldest loneliest place I had ever been in. The nurse was trying so hard to get me to come down. My heart was racing. She kept saying to me to go see your son.  I knew things were not great. I could not go see the thing that caused my wife to do this. I remember yelling at the nurse I will not go see the baby. I want to stay here with my wife.

Finally, I agreed I never saw them take her out of the room. She was rushed down to ICU I could not see her for what felt like hours. When I finally got to see her. Oh, my God, it was awful.