Sunday, September 14, 2008


Our son was born on June 9th at 7:26 pm. He weighed 7 pounds 1 ounce, and measured 19 1/2 inches long. When he was born he aspirated and though they sucked out his lungs, he didn't recover very quickly. They swept him away to the nursery, and since I was still waiting for the police at the scene of my accident, I didn't get there in time to see him. Clint saw him briefly as they carried him into the nursery. They had to put him under a head box (oxygen). They tried to get an IV, but because of the drugs, his veins kept collapsing under the needle. After 9 attempts they gave up for the day. He had to remain in the nursery to be monitored very closely. He had a high temperature, low blood oxygen level, and an erratic heart beat. I ended up not staying the night due to Natasha's request. During the night Natasha went in to see the baby. She became violent with the nurses. She pulled the head box off the baby, telling the nurses that he didn't need it. When they tried to put it back on him, she got angry and swung at one of them over the top of the baby's isolate. She told them that they were over reacting and that she had methadone babies before, and she knew how to handle it. She lunged at two other nurses that same evening. The hospital staff grew tired of her very quickly.