The paediatrician came over to me, pulled me aside and said: “Ruby has contracted meningococcal septicaemia”. I felt a lump in my throat and could hardly stand up. I went to Ruby's bedside looking down on her small innocent little body, being kept alive by machines. I held her hand and said mummy’s here. Why could this happen so quickly? With tears running down my face I told Ruby I loved her. Then the woman came back over to me and said: “We have to transfer Ruby to London’s Evelina Children’s Hospital”. I felt like my whole body was going to shatter, why my little princess?
When the London medics arrived they all agreed that Ruby was not stable enough to be transferred. After half an hour of more doses of antibiotics, Ruby's heart monitor started to beep then a very long beep. 'Noooooooo' I shouted – they were pumping Ruby's chest and squeezing air into her, my mum holding me up against the wall to stop me getting in the way, what's happening to my Ruby?
After 15 minutes of frantic screaming and shouting Ruby’s heart rate picked up again, the relief gushed through my veins. Then ten minutes later we were told that Ruby was very paralysed and brain damaged and she would never walk or talk, or even be able to do anything on her own ever again. If her heart rate goes again it’s going to be very difficult to bring Ruby back. I screamed in panic saying you’ve got to bring her back don't just let her go!
I stroked Ruby’s hair and told her I loved her, wiping blood from her little nose. I put my hand on her chest and whispered 'Mummy’s here you’re safe now'. With that I felt her heart stop beating from underneath my hand. “Noooooo come back, come back,” I screamed. The nurse took one look at me and shook her head and said there is nothing more we can do, Ruby is at rest now. Not my little girl, no it can't happen, she is only five months old and I'm only 18, why us???
I fell to a heap on the floor, trying to wake up from a dream, but it wasn't a dream it was real life, but no life is worth having without my baby girl. How would I cope and how would I tell people? I was so scared.
Now it’s nearly a year since that tragic day and I feel like I'm re-living it every day. May 27th is the anniversary of her death which I am already getting upset about, I just want my baby girl back, why did she go? What did she do wrong? Was I the wrong mum for her? Or was it God just wanting the perfect little angels first? Either way I'll never know why Ruby was chosen but I wish I did.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story, sorry I can't put any pictures on here I don't want people to see Ruby like she was, I have a picture of her that was the last picture taken before she died. I hope in some way you found my story helpful and it has helped you a lot. xxxx