Every now and then we get the chance to hold a tiny bit of heaven...I know that it is theologically unsound to call this little one an angel, but he could certainly pass for one...
Last night I received a text message from his mom..."Brandon admitted to the hospital...high fever, blood draw, spinal tap and iv". This morning the text read "bacteria meningitis." This afternoon the text read "infection in his blood as well."
I believe in miracles. I also believe that God is God and He does what He pleases. No amount of pettiness on the part of us humans will change that. Laws against praying in schools won't keep Him out of those schools. Separation of church and state won't keep Him out of our government--just the pontificating evangelists who have no business there anyway.
I believe that children are the most precious beings on this earth. I believe there's an extra crispy level in hell for those that harm these innocent ones--whether intentionally or by some stupid, thoughtless act. I believe God agrees...suffer the little children unto me and all that.
I sneaked into the hospital tonight. Visitation is restricted, for obvious reasons. But the baby's mom is one of my dearest friends. My heart needed to watch Brandon breath in and out. To look into his tiny little eyes. To see his heartbeat. I also changed his diaper...just one more verification that this angel is still of this world. And then I watched as he closed his eyes and slept.
It's been an emotional day. Remember that line from "Tombstone"? The one where one of the deputies asks Doc Holliday why he's out fighting for Wyatt Earp when he can hardly stand himself?
Because he's my friend.
Hell, Doc...I've got lots of friends.
I know a fairly large number of people. The ones that are in that circle I call Friends are few. And one of them has just moved into the hospital for, at the very least, two weeks to be with her 3-week-old infant son. She is blessed with a large and--more importantly--local family. Her two other children and dog moved in with her parents (and the four other siblings still living at home). Her husband is scheduled to go back to work on Friday. I have a funny feeling the nurses are going to get to know me pretty well.
Text just a few minutes ago..."spike in fever, may be transferred to picu, head ultra sound in the morning."
I believe there are a lot a people who also believe in miracles. I believe the internet is a pretty big place with a whole lot of people in it. Are prayers stronger if 1 million join together to pray than just my voice alone? I don't have a clue. But I'm certainly up for the experiment.
***Monday morning update***
Brandon had a good night. He nursed this morning...alert and active. Blood culture came back clean--no infection to be found in his blood. Doctor informed them that it'll probably be another 24 hours before they get the fever under control. Head of pediatric infectious disease at the Medical College of Virginia is looking after him. He's in good hands...physical and spiritual.
Thank you all for the prayers and positive thoughts! Someone's listening.