It is tough on everybody when a baby is in need of medical intervention. I had always thought I'd love being a pediatric nurse...until my peds affiliation (as part of my training) at the big Minneapolis General (now Hennepin County Medical Center). Oh, how I prayed over those sick little ones. I concluded peds nursing would be simply too emotionally exhausting. So I did OB nursing, instead.
The children we cared for on our ward in Vietnam, however, brought back the old love. Mixed in with the G.I.s, this was my most favorite nursing job ever. We had one little boy, recovering from shrapnel wounds, who connected with one of our black soldier patients. When the little boy took his naps, he crawled in alongside the G.I. like a little puppy. Somewhere in my stuff I have the photo I took of them. Precious.
Praying for the little one, Carole, as I do for myself, that minimal intervention will prove sufficient to correct what's not working the way it should.