I have been away from the blog for too long. I have been wrapped up in my own little world, forgetting live is carrying on around me. There are those going through so much and so in need of support.
A big thank you to blogging friend Lydia for giving me a little poke to look around and see what friends are going through.
Dear blogging friend Mel has written a heart breaking post. Every parents, every grandparents worst night mare.
I tried to actually copy Mel’s post to repost here but wasn’t able to.
I ask for prayers of support for the entire family at this heart breaking time.
Please visit Mel’s site listed on my blog roll, and leave prayers and loving supportive comments.
I have taken the liberty of copying Mel’s last post. Sadly, I was not able to get the picture of the most beautiful little baby that accompanied the following wording:
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2015
The labour of love
He was bourne on Labor Day.
Cute little booger….
I took this just minutes before he stopped breathing in his mother’s arms.
He celebrated 2 1/2 hours of normal living before it all went upside down.
Three heart defects, complicated by Downs Syndrome….
20% success rate for each of the three needed surgeries, and subsequent heart transplant, with the healthiest of Downs Syndrome babies–and he’s far from one of the healthiest. Yesterday they told us surgery wasn’t an option.
There’s a second opinion due today from a high caliber children’s hospital–but we don’t expect the answer to be different. It’s a matter of what the parents needed to do to be at peace. Even if the numbers are a bit higher, the doctors aren’t convinced he would survive the transfer. Things are just too fragile. Multiple times a minute they’re in the room adjusting something or other to sustain life in a very controlled environment.
Attempts to remove him from the machines controlling his breathing weren’t successful and didn’t lend to the hope of something different for this small fella that’s my grandchild.
Today, the parents are allowing friends and family to visit for the first time. It’s just been the two grandmothers and two close friends to the parents, to date. It’s all they could handle.
Baptised yesterday…tomorrow he’ll be removed from the machines and will be held by his mother and father until he finds eternal rest.
No, it’s not ‘right’ or ‘fair’.
But G-d chose the two VERY best parents He could find to love this wee fella from the moment of inception to the moment he goes to Heaven