When Trauma has a Happy Ending
The vision of the stark white room with what felt like 400 hundred doctors surrounding the hospital gurney haunted me. The gurney that held my 12 lb. infant, I couldn’t see him through the crowd but I could hear his cries from the corner where I sat, sobbing. I can still feel the pads of my fingers running over my eyebrows because there was nothing else for me to do. The sound of doctors hustling, paging seasoned doctors into the room to help. A doctor came to my side and told me they may have to shock his heart if he didn’t get his heart rate down. For 25 minutes I sat and prayed to all that was holy to help my sweet baby.