SuperjetMatt
Senior member
Just three weeks ago I was standing in a room inside a Neonatal Intensive Care unit, holding the hand of a newborn boy that was 11 hours old.
I was holding his hands because his parents momentarily went somewhere else and they did not want him to be alone.
As I was holding his hand, he started slipping away.
The nurses called the parents, unhooked the miles of IV tubing and cables, handed him to his mother.
All I could do was stand there, hold onto my friends (the parents) as they held their dying newborn son.
Trust me, I didn't *want* to do that either.
But it was very important that I was there, and I would not have it any other way.
I was holding his hands because his parents momentarily went somewhere else and they did not want him to be alone.
As I was holding his hand, he started slipping away.
The nurses called the parents, unhooked the miles of IV tubing and cables, handed him to his mother.
All I could do was stand there, hold onto my friends (the parents) as they held their dying newborn son.
Trust me, I didn't *want* to do that either.
But it was very important that I was there, and I would not have it any other way.