Jimmy Kimmel: A Mother’s Persepective

Nobody Remembers….

Jimmy Kimmel had the sympathy of the world this week, when he told the story of how his son was born with a defected heart, and then tears of relief came as he relived the scare and the pain of having to wait the three hours of surgery while doctors operated on his newborn son’s heart.

His son, is at home now and doing well.

And then, he made an emotional plea that all parents shouldn’t have to worry about the doctors’ fees and every child should have the chance to life. Did Jimmy Kimmel use his ordeal to promote Obamacare? Or universal health care? Or stop Congress from repealing it?

Yes.

So sorry, Mr. Kimmel, that you had to go through what millions of other parents all over the world go through almost every day, but here in America…no baby that is born and is alive is left to die.

Unless of course, your heart is beating and you are SUPPOSED to be aborted. Then the doctor can stab a knife in your brain and harvest your organs for sale for that lady at Planned Parenthood who wants a great sports car.

But that’s another blog.

Michelle Malkin wrote the best essay on this, but, I wanted to add a bit of my own.

The night my son was born, (Jan. 1980) it was pretty scary. The doctor had to take him by cesarean because I had a condition called Placenta Previa…which means, if you go into labor both mother and child could die.

Even though he had told my husband at the time, that he was NOT to get into any fights with me, the moron (my first husband) started a big fight with my father, and I went right into labor.

Years later I realized he did it on purpose, but that’s another story.

I went right into labor at six months…and was rushed to the hospital. 

I was also awake during the operation, and concerned, because my doctor had not slept in 34 hours. They brought my son over to me, and I said “Hi Sweetheart,” And then I said his name over and over… he just looked so beautiful, and then they took him away.

I remember yelling, “You did it Anastasio!” That was my doctor’s first name. But then, I must have passed out.

After they sewed me up, they put me in a room with another woman, whose baby was born with a collapsed lung. And then they told me, my son was having trouble breathing. I stayed awake the whole night, and nobody gave me any news, just that, because TWO babies had been born that needed help, they thought the baby with the collapsed lung was more concerning.

So, I laid there…awake the whole night. FINALLY, in the early morning, a German doctor who I had never met, came to tell me that my son had hyaline membrane disease, and he used his pull, to get him into Children’s Hospital, in St. Louis.

Later I realized, he saved my son’s life. The hospital was full, but he pulled it off.

The room was still dark, when TEN people brought him over to my bed. He was in an incubator. His arms and legs tied down, and he was on a respirator. When I saw his little body, I noticed that with every single breath, his stomach caved down deep, almost to his spine. He struggled to breathe with every breath.

They didn’t let me touch him. I couldn’t. “You might upset him,” they said.

Tell a mother she can’t touch her baby? It was like being told I only could live one more day. I’ve never wanted to do anything more.

He was in a big glass box, and then I told him to, “Be a good boy, I’ll see you soon…” EVERYBODY in the room, started crying.

Clearly, every one of them thought he would die.

But, I did NOT want to even think about that.

I was told an ambulance was waiting to take him where he could get better care.

When he left, I wanted to rush to see him. I was MAD because I couldn’t stand up. When you have a cesarean, they cut through seven layers of muscle, and you might think you don’t need that muscle to stand up, but you do.

The lady besides me was pumping out breast milk for her baby. But…I had nothing. My body and my soul just went into shock. The fact that I couldn’t produce milk for my son, left me feeling…well you can imagine.

NEVERTHELESS, every single priest that came into that room, I threw out. I told them “My son’s going to live.,’

And I prayed to God… “Please, PLEASE, don’t take my only son.”

They let me out within three days. It was a good 40 minutes’ drive to Children’s Hospital, but I went right down there the moment I walked out of that hospital.

The walk to the neonatal unit, when every step was painful, was hard, but I was so excited that I was going to see my son. I held on to my stomach the whole way. (My moron husband made me walk from the parking lot, which was quite a ways. It took a good 30 minutes.)

And there was my angel….all tied up, with that big hose down his throat… and I STILL couldn’t touch him. His arms and legs were tied down.  It was horrible to witness.  But, he wasn’t struggling to breathe, anymore, and he had color in his cheeks.

That’s good, I told myself. That’s good.

Every day I went, and I grew to trust and love the nurse who took care of him. SHE had confidence that he would live. And finally, one day, a young doctor said, “He keeps tearing lose his arms and legs, and trying to tear his respirator out. I think, he’s trying to tell us something, I’m going to risk taking it out.”

I was…so proud of him…clearly, he WANTED to live.

That’s my son. Strong. Smart. Determined, from the moment he was born. He still is to this day.

And I thanked God, for those nurses and doctors who saved my son’s life. As Jimmy Kimmel does here.

But here’s where Jimmy Kimmel gets it wrong.

My son was six and 1/2 pounds at birth at six months. While he was certainly in bad condition and lost a pound while he was there, there were at least five or six babes who weighted around 2 or 3 pounds. Some white. Some black. And nobody came to visit them.

Nobody.

It broke my heart. It broke the nurse hearts. Every day I would hope to see…someone care, to be there. But…nobody wanted them.

I visited my son every day in that hospital for a month. And everyday, I witnessed the care that those other babies got.

They were given the BEST care that anybody could ever receive. And none of them had insurance. Those doctors and nurses gave every single baby in that hospital the best of the best.

I stopped watching Jimmy Kimmel years ago. I thought when he got parents to steal the Halloween candy from the kids and then take video’s and send them in so the whole world could watch them cry, was beyond cruel.

It was NOT funny. It was just plain mean. And I NEVER forgave him for it.

Liberals like to talk about bullies and here was Jimmy Kimmel, bullying kids for ratings. I imagine he still does that stunt, so that’s why I don’t watch him.

So, let’s hope, that Jimmy Kimmel learned how PRECIOUS life is, since he found out, how quickly it can go.

Because, for every child he makes fun of and makes cry on his program for ratings…there is another child, who couldn’t be saved, and some parent somewhere who is watching that horrible joke and wondering.

What the hell is wrong with Jimmy Kimmel?

Children are precious.

Or did Jimmy Kimmel just get that message?

We’ll see.

 

 

 

 

 

May 4, 2017 Posted by Joyanna Adams | Obamacare, Uncategorized | Jimmy Kimmel, life, Obamacare | Leave a comment