His 6th birthday is coming up in November, but we're pretty sure he won't live to celebrate. He is lying in his hospital crib, hasn't been able to grow like a normal kid. He is pale with a temperature close to 104F. His heart is beating incredibly fast, but his blood pressure is really low.
And yet there are no tears, no complaints. He's got his arms tucked up behind his neck as if chillin on the beach. He has grown accustomed to the pain. It doesn't matter anymore.
His mom just talked to the social worker about bringing him home, letting him die in peace. We're all surrounding the crib, ordering drugs left and right... hoping the fever will break and his vitals will return to the normal range.
I know this happens in the hospital, but I hoped to never witness it. I wanted to be on the team that sends the kid home smiling, telling him/her not to come back.
Today I can't do that. Today I am reminded why I go through hell... it's not about me after all. It's about you. I go through hell with hopes that you can enjoy the Earth a little bit longer and make heaven wait.
Goodbye Kiddo. You won't suffer anymore. God's got you now. Go play and truly live.
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
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