Dixies_fire
Member
On February 14th I left
My husband. Around 4am in the morning.
He's been unmedicated for about six months and was spiraling, abusing me. Didn't seem how "good" life was, how well we were getting along, it didn't stop him from going off the deep end for little to no reason. He was also drinking again.
So I left and called my ex husband and he came and got all of us.
I was here about a month when I went through the hardest thing I have ever faced.
My boyo broke the permanent babygate the day before by leaning on it. I had just given the boys a bath and had dressed boyo, needed to go to the bathroom put them down in the living room didn't think about the babygate being broken or what was in the kitchen, went to the bathroom.
Mr Lewis in the minutes I was gone, found a bucket of fluid in the kitchen and drowned.
Boyo came to me in the bathroom and said "where's mr Lewis?" This was his way of telling me something was wrong he did not say help or he needs help or anything. I left the bathroom I was only in there for a few minutes I guess though my memory is clouded by the event. He was in the bucket, the bucket was not a paint bucket and had 1.5 gallon of fluid, it was flimsy and not something I personally would of thought as a drowning hazard.
I screamed and attempted CPR but couldn't calm down enough to do it because he was blue and limp and not breathing. His body was cooling.
My ex woke up
screamed and started CPR, it felt like hours but me Lewis coughed and began breathing while I was screaming at the 911 operator who was making me repeat the address over and over and over again. Luckily I wasn't the only person who called, neighbors called also. A neighbor came to the door I never met she stood in the parking lot of the apartment and flagged the ambulance down. I haven't seen her again to thank her. Ambulance took him to aurora children's hospital
He was stable for two days but in a medically induced coma. They were trying to keep him sedated so he didn't pull tubes and iv out he was metabolizing medicine very quickly.
On the second day he went into cardiac arrest several times. They put him on the ecmo machine for a few days and then started removing him from machines and ventilator. He woke up. Breathed on his own. The pattern of his heart beat was still off so he is now on a cardiac drug and bear blockers, maybe forever. Eventually after 3 or four days he started to smile and move and feed himself. MRI showed no brain damage.
Today he is home and doing well, we had our first occupational and physical therapy appointment today and they said he wouldn't need to be seen for that again. We have our first appointment with the cardiologist tomorrow.
It was a unmitigated miracle. If he had not come back to me and not just come back but whole I don't think I could of lived with myself.
I was investigated by the police and children's services and hubs sent the army. All concluded it was a no fault accident that could of happened to anyone...
For days I couldn't figure out why he had stuck his head in the bucket or why the bucket didn't turn over. I still don't know why the bucket didn't turn. But at the bottom of the bucket when it was drained they found two matchbox cars. I have never seen him put his head willingly into liquid but he did and he got stuck.
I will be moving to Atlanta at the end of the month. My mother had a second bypass surgery while the baby was in the hospital, she isn't recovering well. Her finances are in ruins from difficult child sister. My brother and I are the technical owners of her house and if action wasn't and isn't taken in a direct level the house will be lost. So we will be going there. My brother and I chased difficult child sister off, I could go into details about that but it would be another book.
I am walking away from almost everything I broke myself to earn while I was in the army, taking my books, clothes, kitchen items and that's about it.
But I'm not being hit anymore. My children are alive and I will be fine.
I'm hoping that things start improving soon. I feel very greedy for needing life
To get better after we received such a miracle, but life has got to get back on track again. I feel like the last two years have derailed me completely. I had to quit my
Job when I left home and leave the home business.
But I had had to call out earlier in the week because my lip was busted, and the morning I left he tried to gouge out my eyes he really still to this day believes I attacked him from a prone sleeping position at 4 am in the morning. The disease is dangerous.
He had derailed several vendor events I had planned to attend by fighting with me the night before it was reaching the point where is was not just am escalation of violence but could no longer live life in any traditional sense....
I'd give
My
Left arm
Not to have
"So much on my
Plate" to not go through the things I have faced over the past two years.
We were in marital
Counseling when I left, and I seem
To have some kind of PTSD from all the koi that has happened, so I'll be back in therapy at my earliest convenience some how some way.
I don't mean to give the impression that things have been continuously been awful they weren't and they aren't now but these have been big blows, that don't seem to happen to the rest of the world. You'd think if be the strongest person in the world by now but I don't feel that way, I feel very beaten down and tired.
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My husband. Around 4am in the morning.
He's been unmedicated for about six months and was spiraling, abusing me. Didn't seem how "good" life was, how well we were getting along, it didn't stop him from going off the deep end for little to no reason. He was also drinking again.
So I left and called my ex husband and he came and got all of us.
I was here about a month when I went through the hardest thing I have ever faced.
My boyo broke the permanent babygate the day before by leaning on it. I had just given the boys a bath and had dressed boyo, needed to go to the bathroom put them down in the living room didn't think about the babygate being broken or what was in the kitchen, went to the bathroom.
Mr Lewis in the minutes I was gone, found a bucket of fluid in the kitchen and drowned.
Boyo came to me in the bathroom and said "where's mr Lewis?" This was his way of telling me something was wrong he did not say help or he needs help or anything. I left the bathroom I was only in there for a few minutes I guess though my memory is clouded by the event. He was in the bucket, the bucket was not a paint bucket and had 1.5 gallon of fluid, it was flimsy and not something I personally would of thought as a drowning hazard.
I screamed and attempted CPR but couldn't calm down enough to do it because he was blue and limp and not breathing. His body was cooling.
My ex woke up
screamed and started CPR, it felt like hours but me Lewis coughed and began breathing while I was screaming at the 911 operator who was making me repeat the address over and over and over again. Luckily I wasn't the only person who called, neighbors called also. A neighbor came to the door I never met she stood in the parking lot of the apartment and flagged the ambulance down. I haven't seen her again to thank her. Ambulance took him to aurora children's hospital
He was stable for two days but in a medically induced coma. They were trying to keep him sedated so he didn't pull tubes and iv out he was metabolizing medicine very quickly.
On the second day he went into cardiac arrest several times. They put him on the ecmo machine for a few days and then started removing him from machines and ventilator. He woke up. Breathed on his own. The pattern of his heart beat was still off so he is now on a cardiac drug and bear blockers, maybe forever. Eventually after 3 or four days he started to smile and move and feed himself. MRI showed no brain damage.
Today he is home and doing well, we had our first occupational and physical therapy appointment today and they said he wouldn't need to be seen for that again. We have our first appointment with the cardiologist tomorrow.
It was a unmitigated miracle. If he had not come back to me and not just come back but whole I don't think I could of lived with myself.
I was investigated by the police and children's services and hubs sent the army. All concluded it was a no fault accident that could of happened to anyone...
For days I couldn't figure out why he had stuck his head in the bucket or why the bucket didn't turn over. I still don't know why the bucket didn't turn. But at the bottom of the bucket when it was drained they found two matchbox cars. I have never seen him put his head willingly into liquid but he did and he got stuck.
I will be moving to Atlanta at the end of the month. My mother had a second bypass surgery while the baby was in the hospital, she isn't recovering well. Her finances are in ruins from difficult child sister. My brother and I are the technical owners of her house and if action wasn't and isn't taken in a direct level the house will be lost. So we will be going there. My brother and I chased difficult child sister off, I could go into details about that but it would be another book.
I am walking away from almost everything I broke myself to earn while I was in the army, taking my books, clothes, kitchen items and that's about it.
But I'm not being hit anymore. My children are alive and I will be fine.
I'm hoping that things start improving soon. I feel very greedy for needing life
To get better after we received such a miracle, but life has got to get back on track again. I feel like the last two years have derailed me completely. I had to quit my
Job when I left home and leave the home business.
But I had had to call out earlier in the week because my lip was busted, and the morning I left he tried to gouge out my eyes he really still to this day believes I attacked him from a prone sleeping position at 4 am in the morning. The disease is dangerous.
He had derailed several vendor events I had planned to attend by fighting with me the night before it was reaching the point where is was not just am escalation of violence but could no longer live life in any traditional sense....
I'd give
My
Left arm
Not to have
"So much on my
Plate" to not go through the things I have faced over the past two years.
We were in marital
Counseling when I left, and I seem
To have some kind of PTSD from all the koi that has happened, so I'll be back in therapy at my earliest convenience some how some way.
I don't mean to give the impression that things have been continuously been awful they weren't and they aren't now but these have been big blows, that don't seem to happen to the rest of the world. You'd think if be the strongest person in the world by now but I don't feel that way, I feel very beaten down and tired.
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