Last Tuesday towards the end of our clinic day, a husband and wife came in carrying two week old twin boys, Mitchye and Senior (Seen-yo).
My heart cringed as I pulled the blanket back from Senior’s face and saw what looked more like the aged and weary expression of an old man than a baby that should never yet have known a worry in the world!
They said his mom didn’t have enough milk and that he hadn’t been able to nurse.
We knew he was a critical case, but we still had a lot of hope for him after recently seeing another miracle survival case similar to his of a baby named Job who lived the first 21 days of his life without milk!
Alyssa got an NG feeding tube started right away and we began with a pediatric ors since he apparently had been fed next to nothing since he was born, and we knew he wouldn’t be able to handle milk right away.
He perked up almost immediately and started experimenting with his vocal abilities, not really crying, but just screeching in a very high pitch! I’ve never heard a baby cry that sounded so much like a squeaker toy! It was quite endearing, and Alyssa and I suddenly found ourselves loving this tiny little squeak! 😉
We convinced the mother to stay the night so we could continue his tube feedings and monitor him more closely.
That night we carried him home to spend the night with us so we could feed him every two hours. We put a warming pad with plenty of blankets in the bottom of a small pink suitcase and made a bed for him there.
“I think if he makes it through tonight, he’ll be ok. And I think he will make it. With the way he cried, I think he really wants to live!” I said. After all, I thought, Job was worse and he lived!
About 10:30, soon after he had finished another ors feeding and we were preparing to leave him to sleep, Alyssa and I both noticed his ashen color. I felt suddenly alarmed that he wasn’t ok.
“Alyssa! Is he…? What’s that on his clothes…?”
We crouched down closer to look, just in time to see the rest of his tiny liquid meal run from his mouth…
He had just died.
We stood in shock for a few minutes, not willing right at first to believe that he had actually died. Our minds right away searched for anything that we maybe could have done differently that could’ve made him live.
But we had done everything in our power to do, and he still died. It would be very hard to not believe in God, whose power is greater than ours, the one who gives life and the one who takes it away…
Hans fetched a little box from the depot for us and we used it for a coffin. After all that, Alyssa and I sat down to watch the video I had taken of his cute little cry again.
A couple short minutes later, Alyssa got word from home that her Grandma had just passed away. She had been expecting that word for a few days, but it was still hard.
It didn’t seem like coincidence that at almost the exact moment we watched little Senior slip away, her family was back home saying goodbye to her Grandma too.
Her Grandma had loved babies and had had 15 of her own. Alyssa mentioned how it felt a little like she was there for her Grandma’s death by being here with Senior when they died so close to the same time…a bittersweet experience!
It reminded me how much God cares about those small details of our lives!
-whit