Monday, February 20, 2012
We're Back . . . and well?
We are back from our trip to see Terry at the hospital and it was, well, uh just strange. We are not sure what to feel, what to say how to process the experience. However, not being one who is ever lost for words I will do my best to share our experience.
When we left this morning we had a name and a pager number. We were instructed to go to the welcome desk and have them page "Jerry" the social worker who works for children's, so we did. We were given visitor tags with our names, mine was in ALL CAPS and Connie's was in lower case, with the exception of the C in Connie. WOW, they must have smart computers because those name tags describe our personalities! Anyway, we take the elevator to the 6th floor and wait for Jerry to come get us, which she does, and we followed her to Terry's room. There he was, all 8 pounds of him, looking so tiny in the middle of those white metal hospital ribs, tubes and wires sticking out, so innocent and helpless. We had a conversation with Jerry about the surgery, the prognosis, the social background and the like. We also got to spend time with the bedside nurse, who has been caring for Terry since he was born, she seemed to really like him. In fact as we met the different nurses and staff it became clear that he was the resident sweet heart. ALL, of the staff had something like this to say 'we heard Terry's foster parents were here, and we were like oh no he's leaving.' It was most amazing to hear the surgical nurse tell us how she wanted to take him home, but she couldn't, she had even talked about it with her husband. I am not sure if this is something nurses who deal with the children just say, or if she really meant it. One thing is clear, they love having this little fellow on their floor.
Are we excited? Happy? Filled with joy? Elated? Well no I don't think so.
It is a complicated set of emotions because here we are total strangers, who are basically agents of the state checking out someone else's child that we will take home. Furthermore, it was the state (government) that told Terry's parents they were not taking him home. Think about that, the government told a mom and dad that they could not have their own child and that they would give him to another family. We felt like we had no right to be here meddling in someone else's business, let alone keeping their child. It was odd for both Connie and I. I could not imagine what it would be like to have a child, leave him in the hospital for major surgery and never bring him home because the government said so! I know that it is best for Terry to be in a drug free environment where he will be loved and properly cared for, but we really feel for the parents, mainly the mom. We believe that Mom (and Dad) are the least of these too, so please pray for them. Pray RIGHT NOW, that they will get the help they need, come to church with us, get saved and have a wonderful Christian life. Pray it NOW, every day. Is God too small to fulfill that request?
Please just remember the parents, they need prayer. Do not think of them as low life, pieces of scum because they are addicted to drugs, that is not Christ like. Rather ask yourself why you are not the one others think of as a low life, piece of scum who is losing yet another child to the state.
We are being careful right now, we need to guard our hearts, this child is not ours. Someday he may be ours, we don't know, but right now pray that we can be the hands and feet of Christ as we minister to Terry, his parents and those involved. We are cautiously excited, fairly nervous and hopeful for the future.
More to come check back often!