September 30th, 2001
At 2:34 pm I was pulled from my mommy’s warm cocoon into a cold sterile space unlike anything I could have ever imagined. I wanted to stay inside longer… but I knew I couldn’t because I could feel myself getting sicker. My heart had been thudding loudly in my chest and I was getting weaker. Mommy was sick too and her body just couldn’t provide me enough nutrition. It was time for me to leave the only home I had ever known.
I don’t remember much about those first few moments - I wasn’t able to breathe until I felt a tube going down my throat. I really wanted to cry, but the tube was too big. I remember just being so scared. Where is mommy? Where is daddy?
When I woke up later, I couldn’t see anything because I had patches on my eyes to protect me from the burning lights above. I felt needles going into my arms, umbilical cord, and leg, there was a stinging feeling everywhere that I was poked. The tube was still in my throat and there were odd rumbling noises around me, alarms, loud voices and lots of people. I was afraid. “Where am I? What is going on?”
Then I heard the whispers… mommy and daddy will be coming to see me soon! The nurses and doctors were just trying to “stabilize” me. I hoped it wouldn’t take too long. I wanted to be with my mommy and daddy. I know they loved me they had told me over and over when I was still inside.
Then came the silence, someone was coming my way… a nurse’s voice said, “She is stable right now.” I couldn’t see anything, but I sensed their presence. “Hello Mommy & Daddy!” I yelled but knew they couldn’t hear me because of the awful breathing tube. And then I heard the beautiful music of my daddy’s voice. He was right next to me! I wanted the blinders taken off so I could look into my wonderful daddy’s face. He had entertained me with stories and silly songs for so many months. He was asking a question – I was so distracted by the purity of his voice that I didn’t hear the question. And then my mommy… my gentle, loving mommy asked, and I heard this very, very, clearly “Can I touch her?” The nurse answered “not now.” I could hear her quiet tears because I too was crying deep in my heart. The only thing I wanted in this world was to be held and comforted by my mommy. I heard the soft voice of my Aunt Maureen as she murmured something and then the peaceful, and yet strong voice of Fr. John Whitney as he led them in the Lord’s Prayer. They prayed for strength while I lay on a flat table under the sterile lights. Strength for them. Strength for me. “I love you mommy and daddy, I’m fighting to stay with you.”