Over these last three weeks while Little L and Baby Z have been in the NICU we have been aware of another little baby in the next isolette. Tiny D was born at 23 weeks 4 days. He has been in the NICU for 2 months and had multiple surgeries (I don't know what for). When we went to pick up Little L the other night Tiny D was having another surgery. The situation looked very gloomy. I learned last that Tiny D died Monday night.
I never saw him. Confidentiality and health precautions being what they are. I only saw his isolette and the machines and the beeping equipment, and the constant care the nurses gave him. I know he was loved. Heck, I became invested in his well being just from being present. I wept upon hearing about his death. I pray for his young parents who have been through so much. I pray for his tiny little life that was filled with love but also so much pain. I pray for all little one's struggling to live.
Gracious God, we give you thanks for the gift of life, however tiny and fragile it may be. We trust that you have welcomed Tiny D into your loving arms. In that embrace may he find everlasting joy. We pray for the repose of his soul, may he rest in peace+
Surround his parents and family with your love that they may be comforted even in this loss. Embrace them with your grace that even as they face this grief they are surrounded by love. Help them to have confidence in your goodness. Give them the stamina and strength they need to meet the days ahead.
Uphold and sustain the nurses and doctors who attended to this tiny baby. Help them in their grief and give them the courage to continue to care for the weak and vulnerable, sustained by your grace and hope.
Help all of us to be attentive to the fragility of life, to embrace it with joy and recognize all people, regardless of who they are, as
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