Jorge was born at Cedars Sinai in West Los Angeles.  Two hours after he was born he was diagnosed with Diaphragmatic Hernia.  We were told that he had a 40% chance of survival.  Surgery was performed the next day and afterwards Jorge seemed fine except for the fact that he didn't want to eat.  We were allowed to take him home after 15 days.  My husband and I were the two happiest people you had ever seen.

~JORGE AT 1 MONTH WITH HIS DADDY, JUAN~

When Jorge was 9 months old my nightmare began.  It was April 12, 1998, the day before Easter.  When I fed Jorge that evening he started vomiting so we thought it best to take him to the ER.  Sunday morning he was discharged from the hospital.  They told us that Jorge had Otitis Media.

When Jorge continued vomiting we brought him back to the ER.  This time the doctor told us that Jorge's problem was viral.  Once again we were sent home.  Midnight we were back in the ER.  Tuesday morning they told us they thought Jorge had a bowel obstruction and he may need surgery.  They kept telling us that they were going to call the surgeon.  The surgeon didn't show up until Tuesday night and by that time Jorge was very ill.  They operated early Wednesday morning.  Jorge never came back from surgery, he was pronounced dead on April 15 at 4:50 a.m.

~CHRISTMAS ~ 1997~

We had an autopsy done and they found out that if the doctors would have taken care of Jorge the proper way the first time we brought him to the ER he would not have died.  Because they waited too long to do the surgery his intestines ruptured and poisoned the rest of his organs.  There is no doubt that there was negligence on the part of the doctors and the hospital.

I am still feeling scared and angry.  The helpless feeling of knowing that there was nothing I could do for my baby.  The last time I saw him they were taking him into surgery.  I will never forget the look on my husband's face when they told us Jorge had died.
 

 

When God sends forth a tiny soul
To learn the ways of earth,

A mother's love is waiting here ~ 
We call this wonder ~ birth.

When God calls home a tired soul
And stills a fleeting breath,

A Father's love is waiting there,
This too is birth ~ not death.

~Author Unknown~
 

 

Dear Little One:

There were nine months wandering 
how you were and what you would look like. 
And then nine months enjoing 
your smiles, your hugs, your happy moments. 
Thank God for letting us meet 
And becouse of His promise 
I know we will see you again 

We miss you 
Muchacho Hermoso Adios Nnuestro Goin

Mami, Papi, & Juan Antonio
 

~JESSICA ASHLEY SMITH~

~JAMIE LYNN KAUFFMANN~

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