There is never a time you feel more helpless, than when a baby is dying in your arms or when you are breathing in rhythm to their last breath and then finally when you watch the life leave their broken body…
I never felt more helpless, then I did last night.
One week ago I met a beautiful baby boy who had been abandoned at a nearby hospital. He was 2 weeks old and weighed 3 lbs. He was perfect.
I had the privilege of naming this unexpected gift, his name was Micah. I promised Micah that I would I always be there for him and that he would always have a special place in my heart; and he trusted me.
A few days after he arrived at Children of The Promise, he became very ill and was unable to keep any food down. He quickly moved upstairs and began round the clock care from Carla, Sheila and myself. He was having to be fed every 2 hours by tube, which took an hour each feeding…that means he was getting fed 12 hours a day. That left very little sleep for us. Despite our best efforts, he was not getting better, but he was getting worse. Sheila was emailing back and forth with a visiting doctor who assured us that we were doing everything possible and that there was nothing more the hospital could do that we weren’t already doing. So, we continued.
It felt like every time we took a step forward, he took two steps back. Nothing was working for our little Micah. God needed to intervene.
Yesterday, was a day of prayer for strength, wisdom and clarity. Yesterday, I had to put ALL of my trust in a God more powerful than anything I could ever imagine. I had to put Mighty Micah in God’s hands and allow God’s will to unfold.
It was around 9pm when I understood Micah’s future, when I understood that Micah would soon be dancing with Jesus. I laid Micah on my chest and felt his breaking body breathe in and out with great difficulty and watched the strength slowly leave his body.
The three of us sat around Micah last night, with a strong prayer and a joyous heart. We sat with him and prayed as he made his way to heaven.
At around 10:30pm last night, Mighty Micah passed away in my arms, surrounded by so much love. He may have only been on this earth for 1 month, but I know he made an impact on many lives.
Today, I miss you Micah. I miss your soft little head, your cute little lips, the way your little fingers would wrap around mine and most of all your uno skills. We had a lot of late nights of Uno with you You were such a blessing to my life and I am so happy to have known you and to have been able to show you an earthly love! I would do it all over again if I had to…the sleepless nights, the frustration, the fear…all of it!
I love you Mighty Micah!
Later Gator (we will joke about that once I get to heaven)