........ come the 1st of August, we were allowed to be discharged, we were having an aft6of mixed emotions, is he alright , why is he not happy, why are we scared ??
15 hours later, we rushed him back into hospital, his breathing was out of control, so irregular we were loss for words clutching at straws what is happening. That night we were rushed down to PICU, we didn't realise our son was losing his life. Slowly as the hours went by, he slowly got a little better his breathing improved, we were advised to change his facial mask to nasal o2 pongs, for 2 hours he just went downhill, we rushed him back on his mask, unfortunately his lung capacity shrunk day by day. We were there watching a happy healthy young boy with his whole life a head of him slowly dying right b4 our eyes, what is going on. By mid afternoon our little solider went for a normal afternoon nap, but this time it would be his last. For 40 minutes alk the doctors, nurses medi6staff were in our room trying to keep him alive, they were giving CPR, using the hand held o2 mask, lifting his head upright so he could breath, all to no avail. Our little boy had ...... died!!