About Jimma....just a breath away...


 HOW MANY TIMES DID I SAY THIS.??????......"Breathe, baby......come on, just breathe"  .......As I held you tightly in my arms.....rocking.......praying......pleading.......begging......crying.......whispering~~~~~"Jimma, we're almost there, baby......just breathe....please....,.."

The first trip.....the one when you were just five days old.....Dr Israel said we had no time to get you to Charlotte....we must RUSH you to Frye....in Hickory..."Don't stop by the house to pick up anything.....don't stop for gas....I'll call the doctor....He'll be waiting for you"

I sat in the back seat.....you bearly weighed four pounds....you had stopped eating....there was red in you stools......you were growing so limp....like a tiny rag doll.....I whispered "Jimma....breathe....please, God....Jesus....my Jesus.....please help her.....give her breath!"    I held you close to my breast.....I wrapped you in your soft blanket.....I unwrapped you.....help you on your tummy while I patted your back.....I rubbed your legs briskly.....your thin, frail arms.....like sticks trying to start a fire.....I rubbed them.....and prayed......and begged......UNTIL.....we were there...finally at the hospital....where we carried you up to the doctor...and..the gentle nurse.. took you from my arms....looking at me with eyes full of pity.....and handed you to Dr Wellman......

"Breathe Kathy"....I instructed myself as I watched you ...  he stuck you with needles.....picked your arms up....plop...he lifted your tiny legs.....plop!!   and there was no response.  I heard him utter that horrific word..nonreponsive.....as the nurse began writing.....

I couldn't take my eyes off you....I dare not!!  ....you must breathe little one.....you must!!  then...

Your tiny body with wires protruding.....lying there in the warm isolet...in that room.....that cold....uncaring room....where we could make no sound....no sudden sound.....for when you heard those familiar voices...your heart rate would jump...  They said you needed all your strength for healing......so, we were quiet.....whispering.....sitting on that hard stool by your side......reaching in once in a while to feel the warmth of your skin .. but not too much .. so as not to bother you!! ....you needed all your strength....just to breathe...

OOO, but when we sang.....Kristin and I....we sang softly....you slept.....'Praise The Hurt Away' .....until.......they said it wasn't sooo....but it's true.....I saw you .... smile......

Dr Wellman said we should expect you to be there....in that room.....for at least six months.....if  you made it....that is.......Soooo......as often as they allowed.....by your side was I.......then just Grandmama.....loving my seventh grandchild with all my heart.....holding tightly to you with all my soul.......crying....rocking.....praying......pleading......begging......whispering........ I just could not let you gooo.......trusting Jesus is all there was......Jesus  is enough....then .. and now.......

And you breathed.............you were out of that room in just two weeks!!!!  ...so many miracles took place in that short time....up  to the peds floor you went...to room #477.....and grew stronger....until we took you home after week three.......

 

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