Abandoned, but not alone

I arrived at the hospital this afternoon only to be greeted by some of the other patient caregiver's at the entrance to the ward. They told me that the baby had died this morning.
I did the only thing I could do - go in search of the parents who I knew wouldn't know where to go or what to do and who I didn't think would have the money to get home. After an extended search, I concluded that I wasn't going to find them and was ready to leave, when I had the sudden thought to run up to PICU just to double check that it wasn't a misunderstanding and she hadn't been transferred to PICU after all instead. They weren't there, and, once again, I was ready to leave, but something propelled me to go back to the ward again. I thought I would just see if anyone knew where the parents may have gone.
I walked in. . . and there was the baby. . . and she wasn't dead! On the vent and looking awful, but still kicking!
Apparently, we had a little misunderstanding. The baby hadn't died - the parents left this morning abandoning her.
That was almost more emotional for me than hearing that she had died. There are some things in this world that I will never understand. . .
I immediately let the nurses know that I would be responsible for her. They happily agreed and shoved a thick stack of bills into my hands.
Her doctor told me that Moo Suh Ghey went downhill last night, becoming unresponsive. . . Her chances really aren't good. Metabolic acidosis and possible spinal meningitis.
The doctor suggested that they won't initiate CPR if they come to that as she is abandoned. That ignited my indignation! I don't know if I think CPR for a child dying of sepsis is ethical or not. . . but it angers me that society would think her any less worthy of an effort for her life. Since then they aren't doing anything without first getting my consent.
They transferred her back to PICU this afternoon.
This seems hopeless, but I've seen too many miracles to lose hope.
Please keep on praying with me!


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I'm keeping another evening watch beside another bed in the ICU,
praying while my hand cradles another small chest.
The doctor believes she's brain dead. They're trying another round of drugs.
Her vitals are creeping lower.
She's in God's hands.


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Several hours later. . . . .

She's still hanging in there! And her heart rate has crept a bit higher.
Pray with me. . . . .