The doctor allowed us to transfer Stephen ourselves. I was so thankful to have this time with him. I sat in the back of our van watching Stephen and talking to him as we traveled along.
excerpt from journal:
"Stephen is so precious. I get mixed emotions. I forget sometimes in my desires, his condition and just want him home Reality then sets in and I am back to the present. I recall my struggle with him the few days in my care. He is so ill. I know the nurses and doctors just wanted me to have that chance at home...to be his mommy, to be a whole family. They must have known, but with my success at taking care of him in the hospital; felt perhaps, it would work out for us...for a time anyway."
As we arrived at the hospital I sat in the lounge while my husband checked at the front desk. People passed by to peek in at my baby...and then realized he was not well and sighed. I felt very awkward since I still did not speak good French. I smiled and said "Bonjour".
I hoped that Stephen would do well here and the nurse's care be as tender as his previous hospital. Kathryn wouldn't be nearby to check on him so often for us, and once again we had the hours drive one way.
We settled him into his room and spent some time with him alone. When suddenly we heard wailing and a woman running down the hallway. My heart raced.
"Oh my...what just happened!"
A mother had either received bad news about her child or her child had just died. We never did know. But, it was obvious the dire distress and grief of this woman's cries. I felt so helpless as I wanted so much to run out to her and hold her in my arms and tell her about the LORD. To give her hope.
My heart broke for her, knowing by her reaction, she must not have known the LORD. She had no consolation, no peace. She threw herself against the wall and wailed loudly.
The nurse in our care closed the door and just shook her head sadly. Knowing Stephen was not well, she did not know what to expect of us. The nurse, an elderly lady spoke English and again we were able to tell someone, we were Christians and found our comfort in the LORD. She smiled, relieved.
I Thessalonians 4:13 But I would not have you to be ignorant brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.