I take my life in my hands posting about this but here goes.............
When I was 24, and a baptised and fairly devout JW, I had life threatening complications during my first pregnancy. This led to my consultants deciding that I needed to have a Caesarean section at about 28 weeks into the pregnancy, thus my baby would be born prematurely. For the first 24 hours after my son James was delivered I was on an intensive care unit, dosed out of my mind on morphine and James, who had not cried on delivery was in the neo-natal unit. Several hours after his birth they came to me (bearing in mind I am quite drugged up) and told me that they needed to move him 50 miles away to another hospital, because this other hospital had better resources to care for him and they asked me about the blood situation. I have to say I couldnt cope, my heart was broken (I am crying now writing this). Even though in England I knew he would be made a 'ward of court', which means basically that they took mine and my then husbands right away to make decisions for him regarding blood transfusions, I didnt want to commit to saying give him blood. My heart was crying give him whatever it takes, my mind was saying something else. The PO from our congregation came in to advise on this matter, but fortunately as stated previously the decision was taken from us. And in my heart I was grateful, beyond belief.
The outcome was that he was given whatever was felt necessary; I was moved to be with him the following day but tragically he died in my arms two days after he was born. I know this is a very sad and disturbing story and perhaps one I should have kept to myself but in light of the thread I thought I would share it with you. There is a part of me that feels shame at even considering saying no to his receiving blood.
Fifi