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Riley’s Light Shines On

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Riley’s Light Shines On

It has now been six months since Catherine and Greg Hughes lost their baby son Riley to Whooping Cough.

They don’t want the pain of what they, and their tiny son, went through to be in vain. The couple are determined to eradicate the deadly disease from Australia and are campaigning for all pregnant women in this country to be offered the Whooping Cough booster vaccination.

This post, written by Catherine, is about Riley’s last 24 hours. It is very upsetting to read, but has a powerful message about the importance of Catherine and Greg’s plight, which you can follow on the Light for Riley Facebook page.


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2pm, Monday March 16th 2015

We stood anxiously in the pediatrics intensive care unit (PICU), waiting for an update from Riley’s doctor. We had come down to the PICU earlier that morning, after learning Riley’s suspected whooping cough had now developed into pneumonia. While I knew that it was the best place for him, I couldn’t ignore the anxious faces of the other parents who walked past Riley’s room, or the draw that said “baptism gowns”. It was a stark reminder that not every child who enters intensive care, leaves.

I remember seeing the wall of “PICU graduates” photos of happy faced kids who had survived and thrived after spending time in the PICU. I imagined the photo we’d send in of Riley, once he was all better. Once he’d learned to smile, once his cough had gone away, once he was all healed.

Feeling nervous, hands sweaty, we listened to Riley’s doctors talk. “Life support will give his little body a chance to rest and heal” we were told. They also described the plasma exchange he would possibly need later that afternoon, where his blood would be manually removed by a syringe and replaced with a donation of plasma a procedure that would take hours. I looked at our beautiful boy, who was already connected to so many tubes and wires. This was starting to feel so serious, the doctors who originally were fairly positive now looked worried and concerned. We called up Greg’s Mum who lived in Adelaide, and asked her to fly to Perth that evening, as things weren’t looking all that good.

An hour or two later, one of Riley’s doctors pulled us aside for a chat. She kindly if there is a kind way told us that we needed to prepare ourselves for the fact that Riley could die. I felt shocked and sickened. I think this is one of the first times I cried in hospital; I had been so positive that Riley would get better. Greg and I gripped each other’s hands and tried to comfort each other, but really there is no way to comfort in this situation. We spent the next hour or two pacing the corridors as we waited for them to administer a new cannula, before we were allowed in.

I wish I could remember the last time I saw Riley conscious. We made the decision for me to go to my parents’ house for a sleep, since I had been in hospital for four days with hardly any sleep. We thought we were going to be in it for the long haul, and that I would need my energy. As I left, I know they were preparing him for life support and the plasma transfusion. I just have no memory of looking into his eyes for the last time, or letting him know I loved him. I really hope I did.

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Greg says it’s a good thing I wasn’t there for his last conscious hours. He was screaming and screaming as they got him ready for life support, I don’t know all the fine details, but I know he hadn’t had any milk in a long time, and that he would have been in a lot of pain from the needles and cannulas they were administering. Greg’s last memory of Riley conscious is of him screaming and distraught. That’s how my baby will last remember the world.

I woke up with a start at 3am the next morning, to the phone call that nobody would ever want to have. “Cath, the doctors say you’ve got to come in, quickly” Greg urged. I extracted myself from my daughter’s cuddle, and asked Mum to drive me to the hospital. We were there within 15 minutes, but I got lost trying to find his room, and was in a panic. I was greeted by a social worker, and as lovely as she was, it was clearly a sign that Riley’s chances had diminished. A nurse asked us if we wanted him baptised, and my heart sank. We agreed, and I spent the next couple of minutes choosing out a blanket and christening gown. Due to all his wires and tubes, they could only place the gown on top of him, but he still looked beautiful. Swollen, sick, but beautiful.

I remember putting my finger in his hand when he was being baptised, and he still had that reflex were his hand curled around it. Or maybe I imagined it, I’m not sure. But I remember thinking that there was still a chance.

At 10 am that morning, we had a meeting with Riley’s doctor, several nurses, and the social worker. Our parents were also there, and supported us as we were told that while they weren’t giving up hope or stopping treatment, it was not looking like Riley was going to survive. His heart was failing, his lungs were filled with thick mucus, as the toxins from the pertussis and the subsequent pneumonia had ravaged his body. My whole world was crumbling, and while I don’t think I was a total mess, inside my heart was breaking. We mentioned that when it was time for him to go, we’d like to be holding and cuddling him, not have him lying alone on the bed. The rest of the morning was spent crying, texting family and friends about what was happening, spending time with Riley, and asking my brother to bring in our three year old daughter so she could say goodbye.

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We tried to explain to our daughter what was happening. She gave Riley a quick cuddle and kiss, said goodbye, and asked if she could go play now.

She never really understood the finality of his death until several months later.

When we saw the nurses dragging the big arm-chair into Riley’s room, we knew that it was “time”. Time to say goodbye, time to do the last thing on earth I wanted to do, and watch my baby die. We all had last cuddles, and then it was time. I asked the doctor if there was any chance, even the slimmest of chances. He was very upset and told me that unfortunately there was no hope. Pink foamy stuff had started to come up out of his lungs, I forget what it was but I knew it wasn’t good. Riley was placed in my arms, and I was shocked at how burning hot and swollen his tiny body was. Greg crouched next to me, holding Riley’s hands. The tubes were slowly and carefully removed, and we cuddled, cried, kissed him, and sang to him a lullaby as the life slowly drained out of him. At 2pm, our beautiful 32 day old baby left us, left this world, and left us devastated and heartbroken.

If I had been offered a whooping cough booster during pregnancy, there is a good chance Riley would still be with us today.

Whooping cough boosters are now free for pregnant women in their third trimester in Australia, and recommended in every single pregnancy.

Antenatal care providers need to be recommending these boosters to every single pregnant patient. Antenatal hospitals need to have midwives who can vaccinate available, and not send people away to their GP, as this can lead to confusion or people forgetting. Anybody who has close, regular contact with a newborn also needs to make sure they are up to date on their vaccinations.

Childhood vaccination does not begin when the child is six weeks. It now begins when the mother is pregnant. Please don’t forget to have your pregnancy vaccinations and protect your baby from this terrible disease.

R.I.P Riley <311215513_1492455447731898_8550863624506583376_n

About Author

Frances Klein

A journalist by trade, Frances has joined Stay at Home Mum as executive editor, to connect with others in the ever-expanding and exciting online world...Read More. Frances has a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in Creative Writing, from the Queensland University of Technology and her time as a feature writer, court reporter and journalist at award-winning daily The Gympie Times, taught her how to grab the here and now with both hands and craft stories of relevance and precision. As a mother of four, she's changed a few nappies and tied a few shoes in her time and now with a teenager in the house has rolled more than a few eyes (in pure reciprocation). She loves meeting new people, chasing a good story and learning just a little bit about everything. Read Less

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