A BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYED DOLL BABY
The 2nd shift was more chaotic than usual. I was the float secretary for the whole hospital.
On Saturdays I knew I would spend a lot of my time in the Emergency Room.
My beeper went off while I was on the Cardiac Unit paging me to go to the ER. The
ambulance was on its way with an injured child. Anything that involved a sick or hurt child was always somewhat traumatizing to me. They were so innocent and trusting and confused because they were being "hurt." My heart raced with anticipation as I headed for ER. I couldn't believe Ihad taken a job at the hospital. The medical field was the one I had declared I would never
work in. Never's a long time with the Lord.
The ambulance was pulling up to the ER door as I entered the unit. The paramedics rushed to the back and pulled out the stretcher. The mother hurried in the door with a six year old frightened looking little boy. I noticed the bruise on the side of his cheek. He stood clinging to his mother
as she gave me the information we needed.
Her name was Mandi. She was 3 years old and "She had fallen down the stairs." Before I could obtain all the information the doctor was demanding the mother be brought to the back. I I accompanied her so I could finish the paper work. We were greeted by one angry doctor.
"Lady, what happened to this baby?" he demanded
"She was playing and fell down the stairs" the mother replied ducking her head..
"Lady, there's no way this happened by a fall down the stairs," he said through gritted teeth.
Catching sight of the little boy he walked over to him calmly, cupping his hand under his chin and viewing the bruise on his cheek. "What's your name son," he asked very softly for the child was trembling.
"Johnny," he said barely above a whisper.
"Son, I need to look at your tummy and back, okay?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as saw the bruising made on his little back for either a belt or wide stick.
Looking at the lady with eyes that were blazing with anger the doctor asked, "Did he fall down the stairs too?" Do you or your husband do this? he said demanding an immediate answer.
"I didn't do it and I don't got a husband," she answered defensively.
"Have you got a boyfriend that doesn't know how to treat kids?" he persisted.
"They wouldn't mind and he got mad. If they'd just mind everything would be okay,"
the lady tried to assure him.
I stood there feeling numb looking into the face of one of the most beautiful little girls I had
even seen. Her perfect olive colored skin was marred only by the hand of an angry adult. Her black natural curly hair laid in little ringlets around her angelic little face. She had the biggest brown eyes that expressed a look of sadness that reached to the depth of my heart where I felt it break. No matter how many painful things the nursing staff did the child never made a whimper, she didn't smile nor did she cry. It was like this cruel, inhumane individual had robbed her of her very soul. He had stolen her ability to respond to even love. The x-rays revealed her injuries were too serious for our facility. Children's Hospital was called and arrangements were made for an immediate transfer. Our ER doctor accompanied the paramedics for her safety.
The police were called and Johnny was taken into protective custody. "If you don't have the guts to stop this I do. I will do everything in my power to see you never get them back." the doctor informed the mother as he left the hospital.
Thirty years have passed since that night in the hospital but numerous times through the years the Lord has brought that beautiful little face before me to pray for. I don't know what happened to her nor what became of her but I know the King of Kings loves her and cares about her every hurt. Only He could repair the damage done to her inner soul.
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