Reflections on the Death of My Son: Three Years Later

By LaTease Rikard, published May 07, 2008
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It's been 3 years and 3 days since Jr. died. When people ask me how he died, they instantly assume he was the victim of some kind of street violence. I guess that's a fair assessment in this day and age. But no, that wasn't the case. You see Warren Jr. had Type 1 Diabetes, commonly known as Juvenile Diabetes. He was diagnosed at 9 months, and as a new mother and bride, my hands were full.

It was really scary the night my then husband and I rushed our baby boy to the emergency room. We were new at parenting, and didn't have a clue why our normally active, playful and happy 9 month old son wasn't feeling well. He was listless, urinating frequently and sleeping a lot. Neither my mother nor mother in law had any mother wit to offer, they were clueless as well.

So at 3am we sought help at Children's Hospital in Detroit. Just 24 hours ago we had gone to another hospital seeking medical resolution, only to find out later that they had misdiagnosed our son as asthmatic.

Instead of being made to wait with the masses, the triage nurse escorted us quickly to an examination room. There seemed to be rows and rows of sick children that night. We had no idea what was going on, we were just relieved that he was going to be tended to soon and this nightmare would be over.

Unfortunately, the ER doctors were perplexed. They were running tests and taking blood samples simultaneously in the hopes of figuring out this medical mystery. I desperately tried not to show I was a bundle of nerves because miraculously my baby boy was still awake. His eyes held the promise of him mommy staying with him while strangers fussed over his unknown illness.

Just as one doctor was leaving to go study Jr.'s charts, a doctor with his briefcase in hand, and jacket on was strolling through the ER and coming towards the bed Jr. way laying in. He looked at me and smiled as he continued on his way. As he turned the corner of the aisle where my son was lying, he spoke words to me that I will never forget.

He said, "I smell sugar. This baby is in ketoacidosis."

Reflections on the Death of My Son: Three Years Later

This was the summer before Jr. died. Taken at Belle Isle Park in front of Scott Fountain.

Credit: Photos By LaTease

Copyright: 2004

Did You Know?
Although my son was legally blind and on dialysis when he died, he never lost his sense of humor.
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I have also lost a son. A malady called Adult respiratory distress syndrome, or ARDS. 32 years of age in good health and a happy go lucky individual. One day he felt he could no fully breathe. went to an emergency room and was admitted to the intensive care unit. On may 2nd 2008 he died. The death was traumatic to me, since I had to fly in to baltimore. He never awakened and was in a drug induced coma by the Doctors, this would have eased the preasure on his lungs. His carbon diaoxide level when he died had escalated to over 212mg, normal is the low 20s.. a wonderful son he was always giving, smiling, and as his late mother advised him and his siblings> be nice to everyone, which he followed to his last days on earth. i wonder if i could have done things differently.yet, his death i must accept and now he is next to his mother. i feeel for all the mothers anf fathers that have lost one of their children. A real human tragedy it is. keep the faith, believe in GOD

Posted on 06/19/2008 at 3:06:39 PM

 
I am very sorry for your loss, but I'm glad that you shared this story on Associated Content.

Posted on 05/30/2008 at 9:05:49 AM

 
I am sorry to hear about the loss of your son. Keep his memory alive.

Posted on 05/14/2008 at 9:05:56 PM

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