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  • Do Not Buy This Toy For Christmas

    I have been advised by the Dr’s, nurses and surgeons that have been looking after my son to write this post to show the dangers of these toys …. This is my 3 year old son Reggie and on the 3rd of November we were taken to our local hospital after waking up to him being sick, grey in colour and struggling to keep him awake, I first thought it was a sickness bug and at the hospital they realised he was severely dehydrated which I couldn’t understand as he never stops drinking, they decided to do some further tests and sent him for an x-ray and that was when they realised the problem .. the x-ray showed that he had swallowed some little magnetic balls. My heart sank I knew exactly what they were his older brothers toy magnets.

    Within an hour of the x-ray we were blue lighted to Nottingham hospital where on arrival my poor boy was rushed straight into theatre- throughout the ambulance ride I could see he was deteriorating. He was put to sleep at 7.15pm and for 3 or so hours they worked on him – it was the longest 3 hours of my life as I didn’t know what damage had been done. It turns out these little magnetic balls had done some serious damage, they were found in 4 separate areas, in places they had caused holes in his intestines and then reconnected which made his bowel have a bend in it and that’s where the main obstruction was they also found 6 balls lodged together which were completely stuck and they had to make a cut to get them out, the surgeons came to see me – I was so worried I had been pacing the floor going out my mind, they told me they had managed to save his bowel but he’s had lots of work done to it as there were lots of holes and these all needed repairing. He’s still not completely out of the woods as a leakage could happen. I don’t even no when he swallowed these magnets but the surgeon seems to think they have been there a while as they had started to corrode inside him and were poisoning reggie. He has high infection and is in intensive care on oxygen.

    Do Not Buy This Toy For Christmas
    Do Not Buy This Toy For Christmas


    Please please if your children have some of these little magnets show them the dangers of putting them in their mouths or better yet chuck them in the bin. My boy is lucky to still have his bowel, he had swallowed 19 balls he went from a little bit ill with what I thought was just a stomach bug to seriously ill in a short space of time and then major surgery.
    These silly little things are dangerous and I wouldn’t want anybody else to feel the way I have the past days.

    I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY A MASSIVE THANKYOU TO EVERYBODY THAT HAS TOOK THE TIME TO SHARE MY POST THE MESSAGE IS SPREADING FAR THANKYOU FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS AND GET WELL MESSAGES IT MEANS SO MUCH I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SAY A BIG 🖕 TO THE HATE THAT HAS ALSO BEEN RECIEVED I DIDN’T WATCH MY SON SWOLLOW THEM I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE HAD ACCESS TO THEM BECAUSE IF I KNEW HE HAD THEM WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS HORRIBLE SITUATION I’M NOT SAYING DON’T BUY THEM THAT IS EVERYBODY’S CHOICE WHAT I AM TRYING TO DO IS SPREAD THE WORD IF YOU HAVE GOTTHEM TO PLEASE WHEN THERE PLAYED WITH MAKESURE YOUR CHILD IS WATCHED AS THIS IS WHAT COULD HAPPEN THIS IS SERIOUS THIS IS THE DAMAGE THEY CAN DO IF SWALOWED I BEAT MYSELF UP EVERYDAY THINKING ABOUT THE WHAT IFS AND BUTS BUT I ALSO KNOW THIS WASWAY OUT OF MY HANDS AND IF I CAN SAVE ANOTHER CHILD AND THERE PARENTS GOING THROUGH WHAT ME AND Ben Hodgson HAVE THEN MY WORK IS DONE THANKYOU AGAIN FOR THE HELP TO RAISE AWARENESS…. ALSO A MASSIVE THANKYOU TO ALL THE NHS STAFF THAT HELP MY BOY AMBULANCE CREW EVERYBODY XX

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  • Gripe Water Serious Danger

    Please read!!!
    So last night I had the biggest scare of my life! After feeding Atlas-Odin I gave him gripe water which on the label states suitable from 4 weeks old.

    He then began choking and went blue then purple and then floppy and non responsive for 10 whole minutes before the ambulance arrived. All my 1st aid training was taken over with the panic after a few mins of back slaps over the knee doing nothing to help. I was literally screaming in the street and banging on doors for help, thankfully I have amazing neighbours who helped me to save his life when i was convinced he had already died.

    We spent 6 hours in the hospital and I was luckily enough to take him back home last night not that I slept from sitting watching him sleep to make sure he was breathing.
    Anyway in the hospital the Dr who was treating him said that although gripe water says on the bottle suitable from 4 weeks he would never recommend it to be used on a baby less than 3 months old and it’s not uncommon for babies to choke on it.

    Nowhere is this written on the product and it nearly cost my son his life so please share this information with any new mums you may know, I wouldn’t wish anybody to experience what we went through with Atlas-Odin yesterday those images of him in that state will haunt me forever!

    Edit: A few people have questioned how he managed to choke on gripe water and the explanation given at the hospital was that it would have been due to the taste. It doesn’t have a nice fruity flavour like infacol and other children’s medicines infact it has a harsh taste that on the bottle it states most babies dont like. The taste hitting the back of their throat can cause the choking response.

    Edit: some people seem to be assuming that it was how the gripe water was administered that caused Atlas-Odin to choke. Doctors confirmed this was not the case I used a 1ml syringe giving no more than 0.1ml at a time it is due to taste. If ur baby likes the taste they obviously havent choked but that doesn’t dismiss that many others do so if anyone would like to promote gripe water please write your own post rather than doing so on mine as my child nearly died!

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  • A Cold Cot Gave Us Extra Time With Our Baby

    Today my beautiful baby girl, Ava Aurora Goulborne would be 13 days old…

    12 days ago I went into hospital at 38 weeks pregnant to be induced and finally meet my beautiful baby. I didn’t even know if was having a boy or a girl at this point, but I did know I loved them so much after 9 months of growing, caring and nurturing; of course this also came with buying everything for the baby, setting up the nursery, creating our family home, setting up the next to me crib and stressing over what looked right where… which now seems so ridiculous.

    13 days ago, my waters broke after being in the hospital for 15 hours alone without my partner due to covid-19 and new regulations. I looked down and there was blood, a lot of blood. The next thing I knew I was being rushed down to a delivery suite, calling Nathaniel on the way, lots of midwives and doctors all around me, hooking me up to machines, and bringing an ultrasound scanning unit in. Then I was told my baby has no heartbeat…

    In that moment in time I was convinced they would still be delivering my beautiful awake baby, who had only been checked an hour before and was fine, in no destress and with a heartbeat. I broke down; How could this be? How did this happen? How is my baby dead? How? Why? What’s happened? My waters broke, now I should be in labour delivering my beautiful healthy baby into the world? How? Why? How? Why?

    I spent the next 23 hours in labour drugged up to my eyeballs with the most amazing people in my life:

    Nathaniel; the man of my dreams, my childhood sweetheart, the father of my baby. This amazing man sat next to me through everything and didn’t once let go of my hand whilst he is also living his worst nightmare.

    My mum, was also there holding herself together better than any mother would/could whilst watching her own baby girl go through such a tragic and traumatic experience.

    And, my best friend, my wifey – not once has this girl ever missed a big event in my life since we have been friends and this wasn’t going to be any different. The whole time she managed to laugh at the stupid things I was saying in my drugged up state and made me smile, even though I didn’t/don’t feel it is fair to laugh anymore.

    After 23 hours I was ready to start pushing… just me, Nathaniel and our beyond amazing midwife brought our beautiful baby girl, Ava Aurora Goulbourne into the world at 23.56 on Thursday 16th April 2020., weighing 5lb 10oz.

    She had the skinniest and longest legs I have ever seen on a baby, big feet to match her legs, the longest and softest black hair, big blue eyes, the sharpest and longest fingernails. She looked perfect, just like us and the perfect combination of her Mummy and Daddy.

    Once she was born and we had got to hold her, the midwife continued to deliver my placenta. Once delivered, I asked if it was ok and she replied that it didn’t look right.
    The cord hadn’t gone through the placenta as it should and the amniotic sack was covered in what looked like veins. I looked at it and it didn’t look like any “normal” placenta I’d ever seen. My midwife agreed and called for a second opinion and that person also agreed.

    There’s a condition called Vasa Praevia and another condition called Velamentous Cord Insertion, which is what we believe to be the cause of Ava’s death.

    Now this is where this all becomes so much more cruel, if that was even possible! The whole way through my pregnancy I’ve been scanned more than any normal pregnancy as I was deemed “high risk” due to my baby being small and only in the 10th percentile. Not once was either condition picked up on an ultrasound scan when in fact both conditions CAN be detected by an ultrasound scan? I even had other symptoms that can be related to these such as swollen feet and reduced movements. Yet, not once was I offered further tests. I even went to the hospital full of cold and flu just as this Covid-19 business began and was then referred for but then refused a Covid-19 test, although I was showing all signs.

    There are so many questions we have yet to have answers for.

    Anyway, back to my beautiful baby girl… Once Ava was born and I was stable to get out of the delivery suite our midwife went off to find a ‘Cold Cot’. A cold cot is a normal looking moses basket with a very cold blanket at the bottom to keep sleeping babies cold, so parents like Nathaniel and I able to spend valuable time with their babies before having to say goodbye. On top of the cold cot enabling us to spend precious time with our daughter we were offered something called the ‘Rosemary Suite’. The Rosemary Suite is a self contained flat within the hospital where you are able to sleep in a normal bed with your partner, make food and make as many beautiful memories with your sleeping angel as you can.

    We spent the most precious 3 days with our baby girl in the Rosemary Suite creating memories, dressing her, changing her, reading to her and taking her hand and footprints as keep sakes. Then it was time to say our goodbyes… this by far is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life.

    All of these wonderful things that the hospital gave to make our tragic experience the best it could have been was all made possible by other parents and families of sleeping babies. We will forever be grateful for this.

    So, what we would like to do in memory of our sleeping beauty Ava Aurora Goulbourne is to raise money towards making sure that all local hospitals have cold cots and anything else they may need to ensure grieving parents have the most perfect stay possible in their versions of the ‘Rosemary Suite’. We would also like to raise awareness for Vasa Praevia and Velamentous Cord Insertion, push for more tests to be completed throughout pregnancy, symptoms to be monitored and to ultimately prevent this happening to any other mummies and daddies like us.

    Please help us raise money by donating on Ava’s memory page

    https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/vicki-louise-1?utm_term=JApmnW5G2

  • Please Stop Bed Sharing

    This absolutely angers me after 1st baby died she was then told of dangers of risks told to STOP bed sharing. Told about safe sleep.
    Then just over a week later 11 days think is she calls emergency response AGAIN and AGAIN her second twin DIED AGAIN she was bed sharing!! She even LIED to start with after first died said they sleep in their cribs so in my opinion she already knew dangers, else why lie and pretend they were in cribs.

    Autopsy for both show’s asphyxiation she lay on both according to reports that’s is NOT SIDS so think her defense team need brush up on what babies get classed as SIDS . As that’s their apparent argument 🤦‍♀️

    She deserves all she gets that maybe harsh but one babies death is sad can even be uneducated ect but TWO after being specifically told dangers and not told told about safe sleep safety ect is NEGLECT . An both parents also believed to be high and DO take
    Suboxone on prescription. So again NEGLECT due to drugs . An babies also premature another risk that increases sleep related deaths even those who are big advocates state premature babies shouldn’t bed share.

    As a mum who was uneducated young ect after Lewis died before even being told anything on safe sleep when pregnant with connor I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would NEVER bed share again with any future children guilt even after I learned I DIDNT kill him even today still remains.

    When will parents learn ESPECIALLY in cases drink drugs are ANY risk factors are present two sweet innocent babies 😭

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    Fly high sweet precious little ones together on earth together as angels.Together forever ❤ Bonde and Liam❤

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  • Please Research And Trust Your Gut About Vaccines

    My wife and I had started noticing a lot of infants and toddlers passing away and people saying they were from vaccines. We were worried. Didn’t think it would happen to us.

    We sat in the parking lot before our appointment. Discussed both our opinions on the matter. Neither of us wanted to do it. But I decided on doing it anyways because I didn’t know I could refuse. I sat in the car with my older two kids. My wife went into the appointment with our Izabella and after about an hour she came out. She wasn’t the same.

    Not like my other two when they had their shots. A few days went by and she was absolutely inconsolable. Day in and day out. My wife, Izzy and I were sleep deprived. She was always crying and not her normal self. Overly hungry all the time and my wife couldn’t keep up with breast feeding. One night all 5 of us had went to bed.

    My wife, Izzy and I finally got to bed at about 2-4am. I honestly don’t remember the time anymore. I just remember waking up just before 8 am and I had went to move Izabella from the position she was in and I noticed her eyes and lips were purple and skin was overly pale. Her body limp. I screamed for my wife to wake up when the realization hit.

    We called 911 and started the resuscitation procedures. To no avail. The ambulance arrived and they continued to do cpr on the way to the hospital over an hour away. We rushed to the hospital and watched them in the ER trying to bring our dear Izzy back to life. They finally called the TOD at 11am. We were destroyed. Our worlds fell apart. We miss Izabella Jayde Reimer every day. We had her cremated when we got her back from the Medical examiner for the autopsy.

    The entire time we were waiting I was pushing the Sheriff investigating for the toxicology report as well as the Coroner and Medical examiner because I knew it had to have been vaccines. She wasn’t herself since that day. After the funeral we were finally able to get the toxicology report. After the investigation on us was closed. The report itself contained no information that was of any value, and the autopsy report was absolutely gruesome. By then it was to late for a second opinion..

    Please research and trust your gut about vaccines. If you get them and your kids are fine, kudos. But many of us have suffered immensely and aren’t so lucky.

    10/06/17 – 1/06/18

    WeDid

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  • I Bought Bananas The Day My Father Died

    The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas.

    I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you buying bananas?”

    But we needed bananas. We’d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn’t be any bananas—so there I was.

    And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out.

    I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD. PLEASE GO EASY.

    Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it’s not like they’d have known what’s happening inside me or around me. They wouldn’t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the guy next to them in the produce section.

    And while I didn’t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully—and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.

    Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table—they’re all experiencing the collateral damage of living. They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone. Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they’re waiting on their child’s test results, or they’re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.

    Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office.

    Maybe they aren’t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everyday stumbling all around us—and yet most of the time we’re fairly oblivious to them:

    Parents whose children are terminally ill.

    Couples in the middle of divorce.

    People grieving loss of loved ones and relationships.

    Kids being bullied at school.

    Teenagers who want to end their lives.

    People marking the anniversary of a death.

    Parents worried about their depressed teenager.

    Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat.

    Families with no idea how to keep the lights on.

    Single parents with little help and little sleep.

    Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I’M STRUGGLING. BE NICE TO ME.

    And since they don’t, it’s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren’t all just hanging by a thread. Because most people are hanging by a thread—and our simple kindness can be that thread.

    We need to remind ourselves just how hard the hidden stories around us might be, and to approach each person as a delicate, breakable, invaluable treasure—and to handle them with care.

    As you make your way through the world today, people won’t be wearing signs to announce their mourning or to alert you to the attrition or to broadcast how terrified they are—but if you look with the right eyes, you’ll see the signs.

    There are grieving people all around you.

    Go easy.

    – John Pavlovitz

  • As I Walk Through The Aisles Of Death At The Supermarket

    A poem from my heart:

    If you only could hear what I hear

    If you only could feel what I feel

    As I walk along those aisles of death in the supermarket

    Do you ever look beyond the clever packaging?

    Beyond the fairy happy-tales of animals who supposedly willingly were killed

    Humane slaughter is all a lie

    Animals do not want to die

    These are aisles of intense suffering and death

    Aisles of crushed dreams,

    children mourning their parents,

    and parents mourning their children

    These dead bodies should all be in a cemetery

    Yet, I see people buying these bodies,

    living individuals ripped apart at a young age

    It is not food, it is violence

    Milk is not food for us, it is the nourishment which was intended for a calf

    But forcefully she was taken away from her mother,

    ignoring her intense cries;

    and ignoring the cries of his/her heart, saying:

    Please don’t hurt these beautiful beings,

    respect their deep heart wish to be together

    And if you buy that milk, you are closing your eyes, and heart,

    from their heartache, pleas and deep emotional suffering

    Think of if someone forcefully took you away from your mother when you were a little child

    Treat and respect others as you want others to treat and respect you

    It is time

    To shop with your heart,

    your eyes and ears

    Their suffering will only stop

    if you listen to your heart and shop with your heart

    Choose green kindness – a vegan diet –

    instead of a diet that robs other beings of everything they have

    Choose peace. Be kind. Be vegan

    Be kind, be vegan, learn more here, http://befairbevegan.com

    (Photo credit, Captive pig photo from www.djurfabriken.se , Free pig photo from Gotlands djurfristad)

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  • A Reasonable Man Driven To Do Unreasonable Things

    Sit down kids and let me tell you a tale, about a reasonable man driven to do unreasonable things.

    Marvin Heemeyer was a man who owned a muffler shop in Granby Colorado. The city council ordained to approve the construction of a concrete factory in the lot across from Marvin’s shop. In the process this blocked the only access road to the muffler shop. Marvin petitioned to stop the construction to no avail. Petitioned to construct a new access road, and even bought the heavy machinery to do so himself. Denied.

    The concrete factory went up in disregard to the ramifications on Marvin’s business. To add insult to injury, the factory construction disconnected the muffler shop from the city sewage lines. An indifferent city government then chose to fine Marvin for this.

    His business and livelihood were in ruin. Rather than lie down and die, Marvin chose to fight back. Over the course of a year and a half Marvin secretly outfitted the bulldozer he bought to save his business with three foot thick steel and concrete armor, camera systems guarded with bulletproof glass.

    On June 4th 2004 Marvin Heemeyer lowered the armored shell over top of himself, entombing himself inside the Killdozer to make his last stand.

    He burst fourth from the walls of his muffler shop and straight into the concrete factory that ruined his business. Over the course of the next several hours Marvin drove his Killdozer through 13 buildings owned by those officials that had wronged him, including the city council building itself.

    Swat teams swarmed the dozer, but it proved immune to small arms fire and even explosives. Another piece of heavy machinery was even brought out to fight the Killdozer, but it too fell to the dozers righteous fury.

    In the end, Marvin’s Killdozer became trapped in one of the buildings it was built to destroy. Marvin chose to take his life, the only life he took that day.

    Today we celebrate Killdozer day and Marvin Heemeyer, the last great American folk hero. A man driven to the brink who chose to fight back against an indifferent system.

    From notes left behind after his passing:

    “I was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.”

    When injustice becomes the law, resistance becomes duty

     

  • My Heart Is Broken Jack Merritt You Deserve The World

    My darling boy.

    It’s been 24 hours of pure haze. Nothing has made sense and nothing has mattered. I never thought I would live in a world where seeing your beautiful face would give me such a dark pain, a pain like I’ve never felt before. I am so sad Jack.

    You were such a completely brilliant boy, you could have done anything, literally anything, but you chose to help others, you championed the underdog, you did all you could to get voices heard. It scares me to think that your voice is now lost, your reasonable, sensible, passionate voice could get lost in this mess. You spoke up for people and now we must do the same for you.

    It was senseless, this is completely senseless. I will never make it make sense in my head. Why would the world take such a wonderful person from us, why would that be allowed to happen. A man, fighting for a brilliant cause that led to his death, why would that happen.

    I’m still struggling to put two words together. I walked by the river yesterday morning, the air was so fresh, it was the clearest of days but I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t hear anything and everything reminded me of you, I will always be reminded of you. I want you here to hug me, rip the complete shit out of me, I want you here with the love in your heart and the smile on your face. I want you to make fucking pizzas and drink nice wine and sing fucking Fast Train at the top of our lungs.

    I want so much, I wanted so much for you. Your life had so much enjoyment in it, and you gave us all so much happiness.

    We went to the Punter last night and I kept expecting you to turn up, swanky coat, Dr Martens on, and that bloody vape in hand. I wanted to hear about your day, I wanted to hear about your conference, I wanted to hear you speak with passion, but you didn’t. You will always be here Jack. I will carry you everywhere I go, everything I do, you will be with me.

    I can’t quite believe I’ve even put this on Facebook, you hated Facebook. There’s something about people knowing you though, everyone should have known you. When it feels like the world is talking about your best mates death everything feels wildly out of control. I can’t control the narrative, people are talking about you and they don’t know you Jack. You’d have fucking loved it, jesus christ. But it’s hard, I need you to be known for who you were, your beliefs and voice. I’m so angry Jack.

    I can’t believe I got to call you my best mate, I can’t believe I got the privilege of your love, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you enough.

    You were quite simply the best thing, completely golden. Your voice won’t be lost, you will never be lost and I will never let you be forgotten.

    My darling boy, my heart is broken. Jack Merritt you deserve the world.

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  • Dear Mom And Dad I Died Today

    Dear Mom and Dad,

    I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge .

    Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

    Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

    Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

    Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

    Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.

    Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.

    I died today.

    Love, Your Puppy

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