On Wednesday night I took care of a baby, 2years old, that was dying. It is hard to believe that some one so young would die. I sat there hold this baby trying to image how the mother felt. At 3 months old the baby stopped breathing and nearly died. Ever since that day the baby has been unable to do anything but sleep and look around. It is very sad. I think she has not gotten to do any thing in her life, but she has touched many lives including the hospital staff and even mine. I try to image what the mother thought at the birth of her baby, dreaming of her running and playing some day, of her having girl time with her baby, of them shopping together, dressing up, and so many more things, but when she stopped breathing for those 15 minutes everything changed and the mother just want to have one more minute, day, week, month, years.
I talked and sang to the baby for the 5 hours I was there and held her. I do not think anybody should died alone or unloved and either did any one else in the hospital, one aide volunteer to watch her every night. This beautiful child had red hair and golden eye brows and the most beautiful child.
The mother loved this child so much. One of the nurses witnessed her clean the baby's nose out by blowing into her mouth with hers and causing the snot to get all over the baby's and the mom's face. The mom stated that it was the only way to clear her, nothing else works. The nurse was so touched that the mother would do that for her child and the mother only being 19 years old.
Now tonight I hold a beautiful baby boy that I watched the parent hold and cuddle and dream.
