Please help Areia and her Family
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My Sister Tasha her fiancé Evan gave birth to their Beautiful daughter Areia January 11th 2016 at 12:28pm she was 6lbs 01oz and 18 inches long. Their family was complete, until one Friday night on February 12, 2016 is when their whole world turned upside down. My sister hasn't been able to work since and Evan not as much as need to support them with house bills attorneys ect. Please read til the end... any thing will help them even if you cant donate please pray for their family because everyone that knows them knows that Areia is their life. GOD BLESS AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME
This is their story:
where do I even start? How can I even begin to express the pain I feel in my heart right now. I'm speaking out because I think it's extremely important for parents; new or experienced to be aware of a disorder that could possibly turn your entire life upside down.
February 12th changed my life forever, the mom, the woman I was before that day is now a changed mom, a changed woman. It's the day that my nightmare began. My fiancé and I took our then 4 week old daughter into the emergency room after hearing a pop in our sweet daughter's leg. As she cried in pain (note: she never cried before. Was NEVER fussy) we rushed her to the small town hospital with trust in our hearts that the doctor there could help our daughter and tell us why she was in so much pain. As they did X-rays we waited anxiously to find out answers. After being there for over two hours, the doctor approached us and told us that the radiologist in Lincoln believed that her right femur was fractured.
He then told us that we needed to take our sweet girl to the hospital in Lincoln to be seen by doctors there. We were in disbelief and felt our hearts breaking because our miracle was experiencing a pain that no one should ever experience.
Our drive to Lincoln was anything but good. Worry and concern filled our bodies as we tried to figure out how her femur fractured just by my fiancé readjusting himself in our bed as he was feeding our little princess in his arms. Once we got to the hospital in Lincoln, the doctors forced us to wait in the waiting rooms. My eye full of tears because I could hear my other half crying more and more in pain and I couldn't be there to comfort her, to kiss her and take away her pain.
Just when we didn't think it could get worse it most definitely did. Two officers approached us to question us about abuse. My heart dropped. How could anyone think we would intentionally cause harm to her. She is our entire world. She's our purpose, our world. As the police officer sat down so did two doctors from the emergency room. They proceeded to tell us that the femur fracture was not the only fracture my daughter had. They claimed she had a healing fracture in her rib and a healing left femur fracture. My mouth dropped and I began crying uncontrollably. I didn't understand how my daughter who is so loved and has never been fussy could have so many injuries and I didn't know about them.
Might I add that my daughter has seen her pedestrian every week, sometimes a couple times a week since she left the hospital because she has had weight gaining problems. I would have thought she would have noticed something as serious as these injuries are. Not to mention my daughter was FOUR WEEKS old only.
We were asked to give a statement at the police station, there they integrated us for over an hour before releasing us to go back to the hospital and finally see our baby girl. We stayed up all night, I cried all night long. My mind just overwhelmed with questions. The next day we were then met by two investigators and a DHHS worker who informed us that they were taking custody from us and investigating us for child abuse.
I instantly felt weak and cried. I couldn't believe that they could just take my daughter from me before we even sent tests out or got any results back. I was speechless, half of me was being ripped from me. The most important person was being taken from me without any questions asked.
It wasn't until this all happened that it was brought to our attention that my daughter's dad side of the family has bone and joint problems. While in the care of the hospital my daughter suddenly went from 3 fractures to 9 and no one could tell me how that happened. All we were told is that sometimes fractures just appear in X-rays. I was floored and again cried. What started out as just one fracture went to three and then went to NINE!
We wanted answers, but no one would provide us with any. My daughter was transported by an ambulance to a different hospital and stayed there for three weeks. Spending a total of three and a half weeks in the hospital. Nothing made sense. We were contacted by friends and family to look up a disorder called bridle bone disease also known as osteogenesis Imperfecta. A bone disorder that causes the bones to be weak. With this disease fractures can occur without any reason at all. Changing a diaper could cause femurs to fractures. We asked doctors to please test our daughter for this. All of which told us that the tests would come back negative and that they were sure this was abuse. I even had one doctor question why I wanted my daughters medical reports, and asked me several times if I didn't trust them.
Again, I was shocked and floored. I still had all rights to my daughter, I just didn't have legal custody of her at the moment.
I had put my trust in these doctors only to feel judged and and hated for something I know I didn't do and knew for a fact that no one did to my daughter. We were also told that these tests took 10-12 weeks to get results. I was also told originally that they sent these tests to Nevada then it was Washington and then it changed again to Utah. Three different employees at the hospital told me three different places. The case worker couldn't give me any answers and kept saying she would inform hospital staff that we still had rights but never followed through with it.
We were fighting a battle that we shouldn't even be fighting. Just like the doctors, nurses and state we wanted to know how this happened. Unfortunately though we were looked at like we were horrible parents, when in reality we would very loving, nonabusive parents.
We have numerous supporters, family, friends, coworkers, ect that were angered by how we were being treated cause they know how amazing we are as parents. Everyone but the doctors and state knew how much we love our little girl. It didn't matter what we said to the hospital staff, we were guilty in their eyes. I often wondered what happened to the innocent until proven guilty concept the law had us fooled into believing was true.
I still pray that we find answers soon, and that our daughter will return home to us. We luckily get to still see our daughter everyday as long as it's supervised. We understand that there are cruel and sick people out there that mistreat children. I however feel that before parents are automatically accused of something was horrific and before the doctors and state decide to turn a family's life upside down that they should at least cancel out medical reasons being the cause for situations such as this.
My daughter has never had a diaper rash, never had a bruise. She's never had any other signs of abuse other than these unexplained fractures.
It's sad that we had to tell the hospital staff to give our daughter baths, to feed her every two hours because they weren't doing it. Then they questioned why we would get frustrated with them. My daughter was being neglected and had it been us that weren't giving her baths or feeding her the amount we should be, we would have been accused of neglect.
We are hopeful that we will find answers in the next couple of weeks. It's been way too long since our daughter has been at home. We are beyond ready to have our family as a whole again. Our family isn't complete without her.
I encourage parents to research this disorder. It's really not as rare as doctors say it is. I would hate for any good parent to experience this nightmare that we are experiencing.
I also ask that my friends and family and anyone else who reads this to please pray for our family! We need all the good thoughts we can get right now.
With all of our love,
Tasha, Evan, and Areia
This is their story:
where do I even start? How can I even begin to express the pain I feel in my heart right now. I'm speaking out because I think it's extremely important for parents; new or experienced to be aware of a disorder that could possibly turn your entire life upside down.
February 12th changed my life forever, the mom, the woman I was before that day is now a changed mom, a changed woman. It's the day that my nightmare began. My fiancé and I took our then 4 week old daughter into the emergency room after hearing a pop in our sweet daughter's leg. As she cried in pain (note: she never cried before. Was NEVER fussy) we rushed her to the small town hospital with trust in our hearts that the doctor there could help our daughter and tell us why she was in so much pain. As they did X-rays we waited anxiously to find out answers. After being there for over two hours, the doctor approached us and told us that the radiologist in Lincoln believed that her right femur was fractured.
He then told us that we needed to take our sweet girl to the hospital in Lincoln to be seen by doctors there. We were in disbelief and felt our hearts breaking because our miracle was experiencing a pain that no one should ever experience.
Our drive to Lincoln was anything but good. Worry and concern filled our bodies as we tried to figure out how her femur fractured just by my fiancé readjusting himself in our bed as he was feeding our little princess in his arms. Once we got to the hospital in Lincoln, the doctors forced us to wait in the waiting rooms. My eye full of tears because I could hear my other half crying more and more in pain and I couldn't be there to comfort her, to kiss her and take away her pain.
Just when we didn't think it could get worse it most definitely did. Two officers approached us to question us about abuse. My heart dropped. How could anyone think we would intentionally cause harm to her. She is our entire world. She's our purpose, our world. As the police officer sat down so did two doctors from the emergency room. They proceeded to tell us that the femur fracture was not the only fracture my daughter had. They claimed she had a healing fracture in her rib and a healing left femur fracture. My mouth dropped and I began crying uncontrollably. I didn't understand how my daughter who is so loved and has never been fussy could have so many injuries and I didn't know about them.
Might I add that my daughter has seen her pedestrian every week, sometimes a couple times a week since she left the hospital because she has had weight gaining problems. I would have thought she would have noticed something as serious as these injuries are. Not to mention my daughter was FOUR WEEKS old only.
We were asked to give a statement at the police station, there they integrated us for over an hour before releasing us to go back to the hospital and finally see our baby girl. We stayed up all night, I cried all night long. My mind just overwhelmed with questions. The next day we were then met by two investigators and a DHHS worker who informed us that they were taking custody from us and investigating us for child abuse.
I instantly felt weak and cried. I couldn't believe that they could just take my daughter from me before we even sent tests out or got any results back. I was speechless, half of me was being ripped from me. The most important person was being taken from me without any questions asked.
It wasn't until this all happened that it was brought to our attention that my daughter's dad side of the family has bone and joint problems. While in the care of the hospital my daughter suddenly went from 3 fractures to 9 and no one could tell me how that happened. All we were told is that sometimes fractures just appear in X-rays. I was floored and again cried. What started out as just one fracture went to three and then went to NINE!
We wanted answers, but no one would provide us with any. My daughter was transported by an ambulance to a different hospital and stayed there for three weeks. Spending a total of three and a half weeks in the hospital. Nothing made sense. We were contacted by friends and family to look up a disorder called bridle bone disease also known as osteogenesis Imperfecta. A bone disorder that causes the bones to be weak. With this disease fractures can occur without any reason at all. Changing a diaper could cause femurs to fractures. We asked doctors to please test our daughter for this. All of which told us that the tests would come back negative and that they were sure this was abuse. I even had one doctor question why I wanted my daughters medical reports, and asked me several times if I didn't trust them.
Again, I was shocked and floored. I still had all rights to my daughter, I just didn't have legal custody of her at the moment.
I had put my trust in these doctors only to feel judged and and hated for something I know I didn't do and knew for a fact that no one did to my daughter. We were also told that these tests took 10-12 weeks to get results. I was also told originally that they sent these tests to Nevada then it was Washington and then it changed again to Utah. Three different employees at the hospital told me three different places. The case worker couldn't give me any answers and kept saying she would inform hospital staff that we still had rights but never followed through with it.
We were fighting a battle that we shouldn't even be fighting. Just like the doctors, nurses and state we wanted to know how this happened. Unfortunately though we were looked at like we were horrible parents, when in reality we would very loving, nonabusive parents.
We have numerous supporters, family, friends, coworkers, ect that were angered by how we were being treated cause they know how amazing we are as parents. Everyone but the doctors and state knew how much we love our little girl. It didn't matter what we said to the hospital staff, we were guilty in their eyes. I often wondered what happened to the innocent until proven guilty concept the law had us fooled into believing was true.
I still pray that we find answers soon, and that our daughter will return home to us. We luckily get to still see our daughter everyday as long as it's supervised. We understand that there are cruel and sick people out there that mistreat children. I however feel that before parents are automatically accused of something was horrific and before the doctors and state decide to turn a family's life upside down that they should at least cancel out medical reasons being the cause for situations such as this.
My daughter has never had a diaper rash, never had a bruise. She's never had any other signs of abuse other than these unexplained fractures.
It's sad that we had to tell the hospital staff to give our daughter baths, to feed her every two hours because they weren't doing it. Then they questioned why we would get frustrated with them. My daughter was being neglected and had it been us that weren't giving her baths or feeding her the amount we should be, we would have been accused of neglect.
We are hopeful that we will find answers in the next couple of weeks. It's been way too long since our daughter has been at home. We are beyond ready to have our family as a whole again. Our family isn't complete without her.
I encourage parents to research this disorder. It's really not as rare as doctors say it is. I would hate for any good parent to experience this nightmare that we are experiencing.
I also ask that my friends and family and anyone else who reads this to please pray for our family! We need all the good thoughts we can get right now.
With all of our love,
Tasha, Evan, and Areia
Organizer and beneficiary
Jami Lynn Roth
Organizer
Lincoln, NE
Tasha Roth
Beneficiary
