Baby Call

As a paramedic, I see a lot of pain and brokenness. Part of that is being there in the moment of death. Death has no boundries. It chooses its victim with no thought of age, sex, denomination, economics, or lifestyle. It happens to the old, as well as the young. This was written after an infant cardiac arrest just 2 wks before Christmas.

Our time together was short.

You stopped breathing while in

Your mother's arms and

Someone called 911.

You were rushed to my ambulance

And was laid lifeless on the cot.

CPR was continued.

Come on little one, don't go, not yet.

You are so young, only 12 days old.

Your family has just begun

To get to know who you are.

They have big dreams for you.

It was early morning

As we raced to the ER.

In those short three minutes,

We did all that we could.

Into the ER you went

Doctor and nurses worked.

Hoping, praying your little heart

Would start beating again.

An hour had passed by

The glimmer of hope was fading.

IV, drugs, oxygen, monitor;

Still nothing had changed.

Your family was there when

The doctor said to stop.

Your mother cried "No!"

Wanting you back.

Out in the hall, a nurse cried.

An overwhelming sadness,

Heavy hearts, after doing everything

Possible, you were gone.

Being a paramedic, I'm

Supposed to save lives, its

What I'm trained to do.

But I couldn't save you.

God has a bigger plan and purpose,

Sometimes I don't understand.

For whatever reason,

He took you home to heaven.

So little man, you will never have to face

The troubles and trials of life.

What better place could you be.

Merry Christmas little one.