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The Loss Of My Son; The story of what happened to my son
Topic Started: Mar 29 2009, 06:24 PM (103 Views)
jennycapps
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Darion Nathanial Dishman
June 19, 2000-Aug. 20, 2002


It was a hot Saturday in Aug. the 20th to be exact in 2002. I was working at a daycare center during the week. I was being promoted up to administrator so I was going to the college on Saturday’s to take the child care administrator I and II courses. My mother couldn’t watch the kids that day she had something else to tend to and wasn’t going to be available. My best friend whom had classes of her own to attend to have her husband and kids there to help my husband watch the kids. My husband happened to have this sunny day off so he was going to help with watching the kids also. My friend that I worked with at the daycare center also came over to help. There where six kids to three adults in the house, four where mine and two where my best friends kids. My children ranged in age at the time of 2yrs old, 3yrs old, 6yrs old and 7yrs old. My best friends kids where 1yr old and 3 yrs. Old. Now three adults to six kids should be no problem that is until my friend decided she needed to go to the store and my husband decided he would take her. My husband took her to the store leaving six children with one man who did not really have the capacity to care for six children by himself.

Now earlier I mentioned about it being a hot sunny Aug. day, all the kids and us moms where swimming in the back yard pool earlier that day. We cleaned up everyone before we left to go to out classes. We shut and dead bolted the back door telling everyone that outback is off limits when the moms are not home. Well, they went outback to play anyway. When they all came inside, they didn’t dead bolt the door shut. Later in that day when it was on man, watching all six kids the youngest needed to be laid down for a nap. When he came back from laying the baby down, he noticed the older kids where out-front in the yard playing. He went to get the older children back inside, when he came back inside he noticed my two youngest kids where no longer in the living room. He ran for the back door it was standing open. He ran out onto the deck and saw my three-year-old girl standing on the latter to the pool looking in. (She was afraid of water at that age so she didn’t get in.) My son he saw floating on top of the water. He jumped over the deck and grabbed my son out of the water. He started doing CPR; my oldest son of seven years heard a commotion out back and ran to see what was wrong. He screamed and ran down the road to my parent’s house where my father heard him coming up the road screaming Papaw, Papaw at the top of his lungs. My father is also trained in CPR (All the adult that where in charge of the children where certified in CPR for children and adults.) My father came and helped the other person doing CPR, someone I don’t know who called 911.

During all this, time somewhere my husband and friend came back home. My husband left to come and get me from my class. It was a Saturday and no one was at the reception desk to take calls. When he gets there, he tells me to come on so I just get out of my seat to go and see what he could need. He said no bring all of your stuff there ahs been an accident.

I started to panic as we are walking down the hall, I demand him to tell me what has happened. At first, he just says we need to go. I stop where I am at and tell him I want to know now. He said Darion got into the pool. I asked him is he dead, is he dead? He said they where working on him when he left the house. I was so shocked we went to the car, broke every speed limit, and ran through every stop light and sign to get to the house. By the time we got there, they had already loaded him up and taken him to the ER. When we arrived at the ER, they took us to this little cubicle of a room. My father came in with us. The nurses where monitoring his blood pressure which had skyrocketed through the roof. When the doctor finally came in (which seemed like forever.) He asked my dad about giving CPR, he told him he did a good job and did everything he could have done but that he didn’t make it. He stared at the floor not meeting me in the eyes.

I lost it right there. My husband tried to console me but I punched him repeatedly and pushed him away. I was stomping my foot as hard as I could. I was screaming No OH GOD NO over and over again, shaking my head from side to side. My father finally said Jenny that’s enough you have three other kids to think about. It was like a trigger switch inside of me. I began to calm down to only sobbing. The say the doctor was amazed by this. I wouldn’t know I was not in the same room mentally as everyone else. I started to make phone calls to family members, sobbing with them on the phone. Finally, the nurses came back in the room and asked me if I would like to see Darion. They told me that he had a tube in his throat and that they can’t take it out yet so not to be alarmed by that. As if seeing my child dead wasn’t alarming enough. They had wrapped a blanket around him to hold in the heat his body was loosing so that I could hold him while he was still warm. I couldn’t hold him If I had held him I would have never let go. I rubbed his forehead and kissed his cheek telling him over and over again how sorry mommy was for letting this happen to him.

My husband finally broke me away and we left the hospital. No doctor offered to provide me with any form of medication. I am a diagnosed severe depression suffer. That night was the worst night of my life.

I will talk more of that night in a later post. As for the college, courses I was taking I never went back again.

Jenny Capps

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