Almost a year ago, my dear grandson Cody, his mom (my oldest daughter, Jenn) and I spent the day together to honor Mother's Day. The three of us enjoyed a lovely lunch at Cody's favorite restaurant, Friendly's, where ice cream was plentiful. He drew a beautiful picture and colored it for me. He was proud of himself when he handed it over to me. We embraced the moment as we treasured our time together.
Before returning home, we stopped at the pharmacy so Jenn could fill a new prescription for Cody. A medial issue required a special compound of a potent medication. This pharmacy specialized in "compounding" or hand preparing/mixing ingredients.
That evening, Jenn gave Cody one pill and put him to bed. About 10 minutes later, he went to his mom and asked, "What is this pill doing to me"? Jenn reassured him that the pill would make him sleepy but that he would be fine. She kissed him and put him back to bed.
Jenn pondered his question and reviewed his behavior and was left feeling uneasy. At that moment, an incredible urge overtook her. Someone/something made her run up the stairs and check on her little boy.
The neighbors heard her screams! She yelled for her husband as she attempted to pull Cody from the top bunk bed. He was barely breathing and his skin was as cold as ice. His eyes were in the back of his head. Jenn drove while her husband held little Cody in the backseat. As they approached the ER, they were met by nurses who snatched the lifeless boy and rushed him away.
Cody was placed on a ventilator and then flown to a hospital near us. They live in an unpopulated area. John (husband) and I met the helicopter and followed them to Pediatric ICU.
It was soon discovered that the pharmacy made a horrific mistake when compounding his prescription. Instead of giving him .002 mgs., he was given, 25 mg. That was almost 1,000 times the prescribed dose! 923 to be exact.
Cody remained in a coma for almost a week. He had to return to ICU when his digestive system didn't wake up, but then he was discharged. He has a few issues relating to this event, as one can imagine.
We know we were very blessed and we know how very close we came to losing our little grandson.
When I presented Jenn with a figurine of an angel standing behind a little boy, I told her," You have your guardian angel and I have mine - you"!
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