The day I had her she was sick. She was having a lot of
breathing issues and her oxygen saturations were dropping. I gave her nebulizer
treatments under the supervision of the staff nurses, but she still struggled. I
did not break for lunch, even though it was not a requirement to stay. I was
too invested in her well-being to leave. I loved that clinical and for a short
time thought I was put on earth to care for sick babies.
Hmmm.
I never decided to do pediatrics for a wide range of
reasons. Every once and a while I would think of this little girl and wonder
how she was doing. Years after taking care of her, I heard her mentioned as
part of an ad in a radio commercial for the facility she was in. She was doing
well, and the thought of that kept me happy for days. I seriously considered
naming one of my children for her.
After doing research on life with a CDH survivor I realized I
would have a baby like K. Maybe not as sick, but a lot of the realities would
be the same. I would be taking care of a
sick little girl, but I had done it before, even if only for a few hours. I knew
what it would look like. I knew she would have a personality and a spark if she
could only survive. I knew we could do it.
God gives us what we need, sometimes way before we know we
need it. True story.
You are a beautiful writer and that is a beautiful story! I am glad you guys figured out some things to help Anya eat more comfortably. It sounds like she is doing great! Many prayers for a smooth and easy next few days!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Jennifer