Michael is worried about his newest child, one-week-old Kenai, who is not doing very well in the NICU. He also continues to hold vigil at his wife Jenna's bedside; she is going to be okay, but she is very weak.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007, Anchorage, Alaska~
Dear Journal~
I am worried, very worried: my newborn son, Kenai, is not doing very well this morning: having a lot of difficulty in breathing, color poor, heart rate racing erratically, then falling, vital signs going up and down like a yoyo; nurses, doctors surrounding his Isolette, wondering what's going on.
I want to go to Jenna, to let her know what is going on with Kenai, but I am afraid to leave the NICU, for fear that if I do, something else bad will happen, and then I wouldn't get to say goodbye.
I have been crying, praying all night long: I keep hearing the call for "Code: Blue", I'd get nervous; think it would be for Kenai; turns out it was for another baby in the unit. Still nerve racking enough, though.
I will have to call my friends, to let them know of the latest developments concerning Kenai's (current) precarious condition. I will also have to go to the chapel here, talk to the ministers, have them pray for us, our sick little boy.
I am a bundle of nerves: can't sleep, can't eat, can't even think; it's like my mind is on warp speed; too many disjointed thoughts, too many horrifying images replaying in my mind, like when doctors stuck a needle deep into my son's chest to draw blood, and the expression of horror and pain on little Kenai's face; he must have felt that needle! It made ME hurt just thinking about it!
Or when they started poking him repeatedly as they searched for a vein to stick yet anoher IV into him..gosh, I wonder if he felt that. He must have because he started wriggling around uncomfortably and his face grimaced in a mask of pain.
Well, the doctor is here, wants to talk with me about Kenai's condition; will go now. Hopefully they got him stable; Lord, I hope so! Today is NOT starting out very well...
Saddlebag doctors would give baby Kenai a teaspoon of turpentine, Indians would smudge Kenai with the smoke of sage, fanning it with a horsetail whisk and his umbilical cord would be a tightly guarded healing charm in a turtle-beaded pouch. The "Grandfathers" would hear the Great Spirit heal the child...worked too, perhaps it'll work on little Kenai...keep us posted. Thanks for the journal entry today, Karen Lynn. Be well you and Karla...
New born, wife weak, hopes in the future, troubled present, worries that will no go away until we are al safely home...home, when was the last time that I have remembered it?
Michael, it is there, awaiting for you to bring the family back.
Georg
This conjurs up memories I don't want to have. Your story is short and impactful.--the way it should be. Note: I'm remembering back to similar situations I've had. You wouldn't believe the hope that comes from meeting other parents in the hospital under more strenuous circumstances than your own--takes your mind off your own troubles and makes you glad you're you and not them. Maybe you could use something like that in a future blip.--Charlie
Suspenseful and close to home, Rain of Deception 2 will leave you in Tears. Much like Part 1, this will shocking sequel will keep you on the edge of your fingertips.
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
