A friend had a baby yesterday. A beautiful baby boy. I was supposed to go visit today, but before my day got good and started, I got a text from my friend that the baby was having seizures, and they moved him to USA in the NICU. Scary, scary stuff for anyone, but for a new mother to be separated from their baby... I cannot imagine. She was left waiting in the hospital while her husband stayed with the baby for all the tests. Waiting for results, waiting to know, at least a little bit, what her life would be beyond today. I waited with her. That is the least a friend can do, right? That, and pray, which I did a lot of today. I even put out a prayer warrior request, but I didn't use names. It's not my place.
Tests were run. Blood work, x-rays, MRIs. The first round of news is that the baby had a stroke either during or just after delivery. The stroke created a issues on one side of the brain (left), which resulted in seizures affecting the other (right). The baby was started on anti-seizure medications, and there have been no seizures since.
More tests will be run, and there will be more news. But what an emotionally exhausting day. And I am not the mom, or the dad. Just a friend. All I did was wait. I cannot imagine being in their position. Having the joy of a new baby overshadowed by fear and worry. Four words that change everything, like a light switch being flipped: "there is a problem".
After I left the hospital, on the way back to my office, I stopped by my moms and hugged my girls. And I thanked God for them. And in the meantime, I completely forgot about an appointment I had scheduled for BigB. And I have several things that were on my LIST for today that have to be done tomorrow.
But tonight, thankfulness prevails.
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