After 400 Days in the Hospital, I Discovered My Family Was Homeless—The Heartbreaking Twist!

Millonaire Goat | September 12, 2024 | Story | No Comments

A single mother faced an unexpected challenge when she went into early labor and spent over a year in the hospital with her baby. But when she finally got home, she discovered something shocking her adult son had done.

I never thought I would end up unable to provide a good life for my child.

When I got pregnant with Jace, I assumed living in my late mother’s old trailer was only a temporary situation. The pregnancy was unplanned, but I believed I could work hard and move us into a better place, like an apartment or a small house. But things didn’t turn out as I had hoped.

Bills kept piling up, and any money I managed to save was used for emergencies. Despite this, I continued working hard, hoping that Jace would one day appreciate everything I did for him and become a great person.

Jace wasn’t very driven. When he turned 18, I told him it was time to start looking for a job, but he could stay with me until he got settled. I didn’t want to be the kind of parent who kicked their kids out, so I let him stay. Unfortunately, Jace took this to mean he could live with me forever.

When I was 22, Jace was working a low-paying job and didn’t seem motivated to do more. Then, I found out I was pregnant again. I had been dating a new guy, but he left when I told him about the baby.

Jace complained, “We can’t afford another child.”

I told him, “We’ll manage. Babies are a blessing, and this is your sibling. If you can’t handle it, you can move out and take care of yourself.”

His reaction broke my heart because I knew he was right. I was older and in a worse situation than when Jace was born. Life was harder, and I felt trapped.

My stress and worry got so bad that I ended up in the hospital when I went into labor at five months. The doctors tried to stop the baby from coming early, but it didn’t work. My second son was born too soon and had to stay in an incubator. The doctors were worried, but they didn’t want to tell me the bad news while I was still recovering.

I went to see my baby in the hospital when I felt better. He was in a special area for premature babies, and even though I didn’t know much about medicine, I felt hopeful. I thought if he was still alive, he had a chance to make it.

When Jace came to visit, he looked at the tiny baby in the incubator and asked, “Is that him?”

“Yes, that’s your brother,” I said, placing my hand gently on the incubator.

“He’s so tiny. I can’t believe he’s alive,” Jace said, putting his hand on the incubator too.

“I know. It’s a miracle,” I said, with tears in my eyes. Jace asked more about his brother’s condition, but I didn’t have much to tell him. I didn’t understand most of the medical terms, but the doctors kept telling me to be patient.

Jace then asked, “Are you sure about this? Maybe it would be kinder to let him go. Is he in pain?”

“I have to do everything I can,” I said, my voice breaking. “Just like I did with you. I had almost nothing when I had you, but I made it work.”

Jace replied, “We don’t have much now. Almost nothing to offer him.” I wasn’t sure if he felt ashamed, but his tone sounded that way.

“We have each other,” I said. “That’s more than I had when I had you.” Jace looked at me for a long time and then nodded.

“You’re right,” Jace said, though his tone was confusing. “The bills will be high, but he deserves a chance. What will his name be?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but I was thinking… Luke?”

“That’s perfect,” Jace said.

He left that night, and even though we hadn’t been very close, I felt like my adult son really cared about his little brother. But I wasn’t sure.

Things at the hospital got worse. My baby had problems because he was born too early, and he had to stay in the hospital longer than expected. Some doctors said he might not survive the surgeries he needed. But Luke kept fighting and getting better.

I stayed with him in the hospital for 398 days. During the last month, I saw him improving despite his challenges. Finally, we were able to leave the hospital. Even though Luke needed a lot of medication – maybe for life – he was beautiful and worth every bit of the struggle.

When we left the hospital, I took Luke back to our trailer in Ohio, which wasn’t far from the hospital. I tried to reach Jace, but he was hard to contact. I wasn’t too worried though; he had been very busy the last few months.

When I got back to our trailer, I found a new family living there. I was confused and said to the man who answered the door, “Excuse me. I’m Amy. This is my house.”

The man replied, “No, we bought this trailer from Jace. I paid him in cash, fair and square.”

“What? No, that can’t be right. I own this house,” I said, feeling panicked.

I thought Jace had sold our home and taken off with the money, which is why I couldn’t reach him. Despite all my hardships, I had always had a place to live because my late mother had left me the trailer.

But now, my son had taken it from me? It didn’t seem fair. I started to feel overwhelmed and began to hyperventilate while holding Luke.

“Mom!” I heard Jace call as he ran towards me.

“Jace! What is going on? Why did you sell our home?” I cried out, which made Luke start crying too. I tried to calm him down, saying, “Hush, hush.”

“Just come with me. You’ll understand,” Jace said, gently guiding me away.

“Please, tell me what happened while I was in the hospital,” I asked, still trying to soothe Luke as we walked.

Jace began, “Almost a year ago, while you were in the hospital, I realized that I had been a terrible son and really lazy. I saw how much you cared for me and for my little brother, and I knew I needed to change.”

“I started working extra shifts and weekends at my job. My boss even likes me now. I saved up as much money as I could. I know you still have medical bills, but we can pay those off together. The doctors helped a lot, but we’ll manage,” he said.

“Jace, that’s great, but I don’t understand why you sold the trailer,” I said, confused.

“We couldn’t stay in that trailer anymore, Mom. It was too small for all of us, and Luke deserves better. So, I saved up and bought a small two-bedroom house nearby. It needs some repairs, but it’s ours. It even has a basement where I’ll live. I’m planning to make it like a separate apartment for myself,” Jace explained, and I was amazed.

“You bought a house? For us?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes, I did,” Jace smiled. “Are you proud of me?”

“I think I might faint from all this pride,” I said, smiling back.

Jace showed me our new house. It wasn’t fully furnished yet, but we had beds, a full kitchen, and a second-hand crib for Luke. It felt amazing to have a place to call our own, something I never thought we’d have.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, after putting Luke to sleep in his new crib. “You used the money from selling the trailer, and this is mostly your home.”

“Mom, a lot of parents around here kick their kids out when they turn 18. You never did that with me. You wanted me to be safe. I finally understood how hard you worked for me, and I needed to repay that. The house is in both our names, but it’s for you. I love you,” Jace said, and we hugged for a long time.

Our life wasn’t perfect after moving in. We had big bills, needed to fix up the house, and had many expenses for Luke’s medicines and other needs. But Jace worked long hours, and I started working too, cleaning houses where I could bring Luke with me.