Blessed

The ambulance pulls up. The father stands in the waiting room crying and anxious. The young mother has to stay back at home with the other two kids until a sitter gets there. The nurses and doctors are busy working on him and one nurse tears up in the corner, but swallows it up and takes a deep breath. They work on him for a while, he is pink in the face and upper body from the CPR, but extremities are pale. They are unsuccessful and the father comes in crying, saying, I just want to hold my baby, picking him up in his arms.

This is the scene in the ER as told to me by Missy, a nurse I work with, who is a student in the last phases of her clinicals. This is the scene she can't get out of her mind. She has witnessed the unsuccessful CPR of a 4 1/2 month old precious baby boy who came in diagnosed with SIDS. The mother had heard him on the monitor at 5am and by 8am, he was in the ER being pronounced dead.

This is why, last night, when I got home from work, and Jillian was stirring in bed, I quickly grabbed her up, she lay her head down on my shoulder, I hugged her tight, and I thought to myself over and over again....I am so lucky......I am SO blessed...