I feel like I always share the great things that are happening. Don’t get me wrong, things have been great but like everything in life there are those moments that are particularly
difficult. In April, we took a child down the mountain that we found at one of our clinics to
the Sisters of Charity. This little guy named Welli, was 8 months old and weighed 8lbs. He
was so little, but he had the biggest most beautiful brown eyes! After spending a couple
weeks at the Sisters, he ended up getting very sick and was sent to the hospital in Las Matas. The Sisters requested that we take over care for this child, so I went to stay the night with him in the hospital.
When I got to the hospital and saw Welli, I knew he did not have long. He did not have much fight left in him. The whole night that I was with him I never once heard him cry. I only spent 16 hours with him, but he instantly held a special place in my heart. We were able to get ahold of his mother, and she came down the mountain to be with him. I helped transport him to the hospital in Comendador, because this was the only place that his mother could get to. He sadly died 3 hours later, but he died in the arms of his mom.
Although I have dealt with a lot of death in my life, anytime a child dies it hits me so much harder. I am so thankful he was able to be with his mother, but I still find myself asking those, “what if” questions or making the “if only” statements. The only thing I am certain of is that we gained another angel. Please keep Welli’s family in your prayers.
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