I held his tiny, lifeless body in my arms willing him to live. Each breath was a miracle and I prayed that it was not his last. Words like ketoacidosis and diabetes swirled through my head but I pushed them to the back.
The only thing I could concentrate on at the moment was getting my baby
to the Emergency Room of the hospital 150km away. He had to make it and then they would make
him all better. If I willed enough of my own life energy into him he would be
okay. He had to be. This was my baby, my
child. I would not lose him. He would be fine. He had to be.
The memories remain so vivid. It feels like yesterday and yet it feels like a lifetime ago. Its been ten years today....
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