My son, born 23w3d at 1lb10oz March 4th, 2026.
After coming home, FINALLY, on July 8th, 2026, after four long months, we thought the battle was over. We thought we had won. Albeit, with a diagnosis of chronic lung disease, in the form of Bronchopulmonary dysplasia, we knew there would be hurdles, and a huge task ahead of us. We put our faith in god and trusted in the doctors.
The staff and doctors at Broward Health in Fort Lauderdale were extremely accommodating with our precious son. Until they werenāt.
It started with lack of communication, they would: move him rooms, move him floors, perform tests NOT previously discussed with his parents, amongst other seriously concerning things. It would be DAYS sometimes before we would get an update on his health and what the plan moving forward was.
There was an MRI performed without our consent, or even a phone call! The results were then HIDDEN from us for 11 days! How did we finally find out? The doctors were discussing my sonās PRIVATE medical records PUBLICLY in the hallway for anyone to hear. Well, one person heard them talking from the room, my wife. To say the least, this led to extreme anxiety, and distrust that our tiny, precious baby was not receiving the help he so desperately needed.
Six days later the unthinkable happened, and we rushed him to the hospital. Around 3:45am he woke up unexpectedly from a nap, my wife went out to check on him, which was the norm for how much of an attentive and wonderful mother she has become. I thought nothing of it and attempted to go back to sleep. Within seconds I heard the words I never wanted to hear in my life when it came to my son, āDesmond! Come here! Something is wrong!ā
It was bradycardia, something no parent wants to see. We werenāt ready for an at-home-bradycardia and promptly called 911. His heart rate shot down to the low 60s when my wife called me into the room, and as each moment passed it was darting lower and lower, it sustained in the low 40s. His chest looked like it was pumping once at a time. Only way I could describe it was it was like the movie Alien. His skin started to lose color and our worst fears were looking like they were coming to fruition. He eventually stabilized after 12-15 mins of the most horrific panic I have ever experienced in my life. The paramedics arrived and explained to us they wanted to take him to Broward Health, the closest hospital where he was born. This was a nightmare that was getting worse.
His mother and I agreed that we were packing him up and taking him to the closest childrenās hospital, that we had been researching, Joe DiMaggioās Childrenās Hospital, in Hollywood, FL. His care is being reevaluated and in the past 48 hours they have outlined how inept the care he received at Broward health was, the mistakes they made, and the unordinary medications they had him on. We are personally taking time off work to be with him 24/7 while we continue to monitor the situation.
Feel free to leave any specific questions in the comments about the way my son was treated at Broward health and I will do my best to answer them.
Edit: Iād like to also add there were multiple times my wife and I would come in to him sitting in his soiled diapers for god knows how long, missed feedings, missed medication times. Iāve spoken with multiple nurses, who I am not blaming at all, that they have no time to use the restroom, eat, etc. they on average have 5 NICU BABIES theyāre required to watch and keep track of. If theyāre supposed to eat every 3 hours and have medication etc etc how can they keep up? The math isnāt mathing. They overwhelm these amazing nurses and itās NOT RIGHT. The ones in charge do not care either. All the way up to the top. Nicklaus childrenās hospital and Broward health should be ashamed at the way they view NICU children and I would strongly advise against sending your child there.
And if anyone has any connects to any local news stations that would like to hear our story please reach out to me either here or on my instagram. If I canāt beat them in court Iāll ruin their reputation. Thank you.