What? What did you just say? Of course, you can't stop trying to save her... she's my baby, you have to save her. She was fine yesterday, she won 2nd place in a baby beauty contest 10 days earlier, she can't die!
A short time later we are escorted back to the intensive care unit. We are allowed back into her room after we scrub in. Her father and I are on each side of her. Less than 21 hours since the fever started. We hold her tiny little hands, "come on Krystyl, you can beat this", we stroke her soft wavy hair "Mommy and Daddy are here", we touch her sweet baby skin "We love you", you can do this... machines start beeping loudly... I look up and watch as her heart rate hits 40, I will always remember seeing the number, 40.
The nurse gently moves me towards Krystyl's feet as she starts chest compressions... ONE, (I watch as her tiny little 12 pound body is pressed under the nurse's weight), TWO... I look across at my husband, tears streaming down our faces and plead, "can we stop, let's just stop, please... let her go" "let her go..." Just 21 hours had passed since that damn fever started... and she was gone.
Krystyl would've turned 22 this year, perhaps graduated from college, and maybe even started a family. Please immunize your loved ones, prevent this tragedy in your family.
It only took 21 hours for our lives to change, forever.