It happened again last week. Among the hustle and bustle of a crazy shift. A pre-hospital radio call from an ambulance team that nobody ever wants to receive.
“We’re bringing you a child in cardiac arrest.”
Heart Moms (and mothers of all Sick Kids) go to the wall for their children. Not occasionally, not when needed, but constantly. Traditionally, we’re supposed to grow up, move out, have our own family, and then take care of our parents as they age.
But for some of us, that won’t happen. So our mom may spend her entire lifetime in “Mom Mode”. When the child has a disability, moms are instinctively more protective and worry more. Their children’s lives may not be what they imagined or hoped for, but good moms adapt and hang in there.
Then, time stood still. From two hallways away, I heard the haunting sound. A sound that I knew was coming. A sound that is played over and over in my mind for days after an event like this. A sound of profound anguish. A sound of utter disbelief. A sound of infinite pain.
A mother’s cry.
All our mothers live in fear of their worst nightmare: The thought that they might have to bury their child. With sick kids, that fear is with her every day. 99% of the time when morning comes and the child is late in getting up it’s just that the young’n didn’t set his/her alarm… again. But when a Sick Kid’s mom opens the bedroom door, her breath catches in her throat. What if…?
When the doctor comes out of surgery, what if…?
No mother should ever have to bury their child. It’s unacceptable, it’s unnatural, and it just ain’t right. But some mothers do, and others live in constant fear of that sad event. And yet you hang in there, and you stand by your child – forever.