Hank

I knew that when I started taking care of babies at the foster home that I was not going to be able to save every baby and there times that I prayed so hard over Susan because I was scared that she was going to die in my arms. We went for more than a year before I got a baby that I could not save. Last night, we came face to face with that again. Hank was taken of the respirator and died shortly afterwards. My prayer that it be quick and painless was answered, for which I am so grateful.

The doctors were sure that he had some irreversible brain damage and in spite of the high oxygen content that were being pumped into his lungs, he had really low levels of it in his blood. I knew this impossible decision of what to do was coming and I needed to be able to make it with his best interest at heart. After talking to Dr Hicks and Kay we agreed that this was the best way. I was really at peace, which was a good sign.

Once again Kay was stalwart as can be. The girl is a keeper and the most fabulous volunteer you can wish for. She helps me in ways that I can not adequately explain. Last night, she took care of Hank and made all the arrangements even though it was painful and brought memories back of Aaron.

I am so grateful for the opportunity we have had to take care of Hank. I know he was well fed and loved by many people who mourn him. He did not die hungry, unloved and alone.

I am grateful for your prayers on our behalf and for all the letters of encouragement you have written.

Hank's foster mom,
Amanda