For His Illegitimate Son, He Destroyed My Life and Our Child’sChapter 1
On the day of my son's second birthday party, the hall was filled with guests clinking glasses and chatting. I was busy greeting the guests when I turned my head and saw him clutching an empty nut jar in his little hand. His chubby little face turned purplish-red, his breathing became rapid, and then his body went limp and he collapsed.
It's a cashew.
From birth, doctors repeatedly warned him about allergens that could be fatal even if he came into contact with just a little bit.
My mind went blank, my blood rushed to my head, and a scream got stuck in my throat. I rushed towards the other side like a madman, but a faster figure beat me to it.
Liam, my husband, practically lunged forward, scooping up our son in his arms. He didn't care about anything else; his expensive suit was smeared with cake frosting, his leather shoes crushed balloons on the floor, and all he could manage was a heart-wrenching scream: "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"
The red light in the emergency room was so bright it hurt your eyes.
He knelt on the cold floor tiles, the usually composed and dignified man now hunched over, his hands clutching his hair, tears falling to the ground and shattering into cold puddle spots. He pleaded repeatedly with the emergency room door , "Doctor, please, please save my son..."
Anyone who saw that would feel sorry for her.
I stood to the side, trembling, filled with self-blame and fear, wishing I could take all the pain away from my son.
Unfortunately, heaven did not hear our prayers.
An acute allergic reaction caused severe damage to my nervous system. My son survived, but he will never again be the little angel who would call me "Mommy" in his sweet voice and run into my arms to cuddle.
He became demented, his eyes were vacant, and he needed to be fed to swallow. Even Liam and I, his closest relatives, could not recognize him.
I was on my way to the hospital when, in my anxiety, I lost control of my car and crashed into the guardrail.
Lying in the hospital bed, barely clinging to life, my body wrapped in bandages, even breathing hurt, but I had only one thought in my mind: once I recover, I must spend quality time with my son and with the exhausted Liam, the three of us, and get through this together.