Mellodi May March

I am Katelyn March, Mellie's mommy. Her life may have ended but her fight has not. Mellie's fight is our fight. We will continue to spread awareness about meningitis and we will continue to urge parents to follow their instincts. I didn't and forever I will regret it. I will do this right for my baby, I let her down when I didn't make those doctors listen. I will have someone hear me for her.

Mellodi May March was born at 8:07 am on May 8th, 2020. She was in every way perfect; she may have been slightly spoiled but perfect still.  She was my late-night baby, my hold me or I'll cry baby, my attached to mommy baby.  I mean to be honest; her siblings were ideal babies to say the least. They slept through the night, they ate good (maybe puked a little extra) but easy-going babies. Mellie, well she cried for a few people the whole time they watched her, she was just a mommy's girl kind of baby. The only exception to me was daddy or nana. If it wasn't long and we happened to be close she may let someone hold her and snuggle.

We'll start with the basics; she went to all her well baby checks.  She was vaccinated, well she was one set of shots behind because at her 3-month appointment she got the scheduled shots. Well, she did terrible!! My poor girl was so miserable, none of the other kids were like that, it didn't seem normal. She wasn't scheduled to see the doctor again until her next well baby check at 6 months. So instead of going the following month for just the vaccinations, we just decided to wait until we seen her pediatrician. Her appointment was scheduled for Nov 11th, 2020. She got a cold in the weeks before and a minor one truly. Sniffles, slightly congested but truly minor. 

When we arrived at the local ER her temperature was 105.5. They gave her another dose of Tylenol, then they tested her for RSV, Strep throat, and the flu. They also did a chest x-ray on her. All her tests came back negative, the doctor had had been in for 2 seconds to tell me what tests they were running, and he listened to her heart. When the nurse came to tell me, she was negative for the things they tested for, she brought me discharge paperwork. I vocalized that I was not happy with this, we didn't know what was wrong. The response I got was "well it's a virus and we can't do anything for that". I went on to say how I was not happy and basically, the response was "well that's what the doctor says so that's it". I took my princess home, we had alarms set and weren't two minutes late for a dose of Tylenol or ibuprofen.

By this point, Mellie was crying if you moved her even. The Nurse back in the ER, well it was obvious, she was annoyed. She had decided I had a spoiled little baby; she took her from me to take her temperature and my baby SCREAMED!!! I told them she hadn't drank a bottle since the night before (coming up on 24 hours), she had one wet diaper, and I was very concerned! The nurse brought me a bottle of Pedialyte and told me to try and force Mellodi to drink it. She wanted no part of that. The nurse then told me; you're going to have to force her to drink something. Okay so who has kids? force a 6-month-old to do anything? I think not.

Well then, they did a COVID test and a chest x-ray. They couldn't believe that the other ER hadn't done a COVID test. Okay well it was decided that she was severely dehydrated, she drank about a half ounce of Pedialyte while we were waiting for the test results to come back, no not much at all. When the doctor came into see Mellodi and talk to me, he told me she was negative for the coronavirus, but she was positive for the rhinovirus, which in a healthy adult is the common cold. It can make infants very sick because their immune systems haven't encountered it. He told me she was very dehydrated, and I needed to push fluids, because of COVID it wasn't necessarily safe for her to be admitted. I was supposed to go home and get her to drink Pedialyte somehow and do not miss a dose of Tylenol or ibuprofen.

My little girl was so sick, my dad and his wife kept my older to kids because she was so sick. For the entire night I got up and gave her medicine droppers, 5ml or so of Pedialyte every half hour, just trying to get fluids into her little body. I was supposed to go to work the next morning, when my stepmom came to get me, I told her I had called off because something wasn't right. Mellie slept on me all night. I never put her down, she stayed laying on my chest while I went to the restroom even. In the early morning, 7:30am or so I called her pediatrician and scheduled an appointment. It was at 11. When I was done making the appointment I laid back down (Mellie on my chest still) and I went back to sleep for a little bit. I woke up at about 9:45am and had a friend of mine sit with Mellie. I laid her on my bed. When I returned, which was not 10 minutes even, she was okay - I moved her and she cried a little bit. I was sitting next to her and she started to breathe weird, I almost thought she was grunting trying to poop. I realized it was her breathing and I called my stepmother and told her we weren't waiting for the doctor's appointment at 11, I wanted to take her to the emergency room right now.

Now, my dad and stepmom had followed to the ER, my mom was getting my other daughter onto the school bus. Because of COVID, I had to be alone in there with Mellodi. They struggled to say the least with the intubation. I am from a very small area; doctors don't have a large amount of experience with infants or if they do, they life flight them on to a hospital that can help. Mellie, however, couldn't wait for the trip to the closest children's hospital, which by life flight is about 30 minutes away. I watched them try and try to get that tube into her lungs for a long time. They couldn't get an IV or one big enough, so they drilled a hole into her shin bone and ran one there. I probably should have never sat in that room and watched all this; it was a new sort of helpless feeling. I begged and prayed that Mellodi would be okay, it wasn't the last time I begged god to let me keep her throughout this.

A neurosurgeon (seriously, probably one of the smartest people EVER) talked to us and explained to us our “options”. We could put her through some major surgeries and see if we could maybe get her to maintain her breathing on her own. He didn’t have high hopes though. She would never talk or smile or do anything other be in pain. He was very sure she wasn’t conscious even or aware of anything. The other option which turned out to be the hardest decision my husband and I will ever make in our lifetime, was to take the life support out and make her comfortable for the end of her life. They called it end of life care, I heard them, and I understood but it was all unreal. I felt like I was looking into my life from outside of it and it was some horrible nightmare.

That Friday, we decided to take Mellodi May march off the life support on Monday, two days after she was 7 months old. It was the worst decision we ever could have made for ourselves but the best for her. She fought so hard and her little body did the very best it could to fight off the bacteria. In the beginning I had said Mellie would tell us when she was done fighting and I knew she was done. She was ready, she deserved to be peaceful in heaven.



Taking your child off life support is not something you can prepare for. But I walked into it without a clue, I’m not going to type out that experience. I do however suggest if you are in those shoes, talk to someone who has experienced it. Not a medical professional, not the church people, but a family member who has held their loved one during their last moments. It will still never be something you can prepare for or be ready to do. I can’t even say that talking to someone so you know the things to expect will be helpful, I just know I will do anything to ease that pain for someone else. I would take it away for strangers, it's unbearable and the most unfortunate situation one can find themself in. I pray if you are in the shoes I found myself in a few months ago, I pray that your situation turns out different. I pray for every parent losing a child or who has lost a child.

I still hurt every day; I miss her every second of every single day. I am writing this and starting this page because then Mellie is still doing something positive, she is helping me help someone else. She is helping me inform parents. And show how awful meningitis is and the lifelong effects it has on a family. It helps me feel like she will never be forgotten, she may have been 7 months old, but she left a lasting imprint on so many people.  She helped me get to this point in my life and none of it will be purposeless. She made a difference.

Mommy loves you Mellodi May March; Until we meet again baby girl.

Katelyn March
January 2021