I know these words will cross the page many times on this blog. As a mom, I surely know the difference between the sniffles and a life-threatening condition that requires immediate attention from a medical professional, like if my just turned 1 baby boy starts puking up stomach bile.
Hell, I freaked out when the whole house got a nasty stomach bug and couldn't keep food down for days, but not this former Phoenician mom, who now lives in Surprise, Arizona. Even after both she and her husband were advised by a doctor to take their boy to the emergency room — he had run a fever for days and was puking up bile after all — they both came up with an excuse not to and the little guy died from acute peritonitis, a treatable condition.
At least they called the doctor, I guess.
Poor mom was suffering from high blood pressure that day (boohoo) and dear old dad was just too tired from helping his in-laws move (awwww). What I don't get is why, in any of the preceding days when they were feeling good, they didn't call the doctor about they baby's high temp, or hell, take him in for a quick check to make sure it was nothing serious.
What seems to be because of sheer laziness and lack of care, a baby boy won't live to see his second birthday. Makes me want to scream. Mom is facing both murder and child abuse charges, though dad has not been charged with anything yet (what gives?). To me, he seems just as guilty as her.
Find out more about peritonitis here, and read the whole story on azstar.net by clicking on the link below.
I can't take him, you do it
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