Since the nurses were not expecting Stephen to live long.Each visit I made was monitored by a nurses presence. I thought this was hospital procedure since he was in a children's unit.
I found it very difficult to be the nurturing mother I wanted to be... It's not easy to be yourself with a microscope over you. I let the nurses guide me on each visit. He was fed with a tube from his nose to his stomach and occasionally the nurse helped me feed him by putting milk into a large shot-syringe that fit the tubing. I was very careful to do it slowly so that he would not vomit the milk back up. Which did happen a few times...gripping my heart. It was necessary to do this feeding very patiently.
I tried my best to convey with the language barrier once again...my faith in the LORD and my desire to trust in him for each day of this journey. I could see the compassion in the eyes of the nurses and evident was the attachment they had for my son as well.
One nurse that came on duty was an English speaking, Canadian! I was so happy to be able to witness to her a little and let her convey to the other nurses my appreciation for their care. These few moments of speaking about the LORD, brought me much needed comfort. I was continually encouraged with these opportunities... and once again reminded of his purpose...to do a good work in us and through us.
My husband stopped by the hospital on his way home from work as often as possible, for a short visit. He was able to spend time alone with Stephen and softly stroke his forehead. He also, called upon the LORD during these visits...asking for needed strength...wisdom of words...and resting upon the promises found in God's Word.
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