Say what you will, my pit bull is my hero.
Posted: Dec. 14, 2009 2:14 p.m.
My life took a terrifying turn Nov. 28.
My husband and I had just returned home from visiting family for the Thanksgiving holiday. I was seven months pregnant, feeling tired and wanted to rest when we got home. I had begun to have swelling in my legs and feet and felt as if I sat with my feet up it would get better.
My husband and I had been invited to a friend’s birthday party that night. I decided to stay home but I wanted my husband to go.
He left around 5 p.m. I fell asleep on our couch with my feet up on the coffee table.
I was nudged awake by my dog, Diesel, who had curled up next to me and was looking at me. I needed to use the restroom, as pregnant women often need to. I had difficulty getting up from the couch and realized I was severely disoriented and I didn’t feel well at all.
I used the restroom and realized that there was a problem. I called my husband and told him to come home immediately. He called Henry Mayo Newhall Memorial Hospital, called 911 and explained my symptoms and that I was seven months pregnant.
The paramedics arrived and took my blood pressure. It was then that everyone became aware that I had severe toxemia. My blood pressure was dangerously high. I was rushed to the hospital and was treated for my condition. We lost our precious baby girl Jessica Marie due to the toxemia that overtook my body. I was close to death as well.
I owe my life to the incredible doctors and nurses in the labor and delivery unit at Newhall Memorial.
Most of all, I owe my life to my dog Diesel. If he had not nudged me awake, I would have continued to sleep. Had I kept sleeping,
I would have had a stroke, a heart attack or worse.
I know most people don’t like pit bulls; they only hear and remember the stories about them that are negative.
My dog is the best and is cuddled up with me as I write this.
He attacks our family with kisses on a daily basis. He is my hero.