*I changed the name
of the little girl in the blog for anonymity purposes*
“Death is just a part of life.”
Right now that saying just doesn’t seem fair.
On Friday 28th June we lost one of our smallest babies to the
common norovirus. Anathi was 7 and
a half months and such a gorgeous little girl. I remember the day she was brought into Bethany, a 3-month
premature baby who had already been in hospital for the first 8 weeks of her
life. At the age of 3 months, she
was still the size of a new born.
She was honestly the smallest thing I had ever seen; she fit perfectly
into my forearm. She was so under
weight that her eyes were bugling out from the sockets… truth be told, she
looked a little bit like ET, but it made her even more precious. When I first changed her there was not a
once of fat on her, she was skin and bones, which felt like they were about to
break at any moment. It was very
touch and go but being the fighter she was, she pulled through.
Anathi continued to grow bigger and stronger everyday. She would regularly polish off two full
bottles of milk. When we started
feeding her vegetable, she was less than impressed… often after feeding, more
of it would actually be on me rather than in her!! She had a little stubborn streak about her, but she would
just sit and stare at everyone in the nursery, taking everything in.
Although Anathi was a lot stronger, she had another stint in hospital in
March. Again being a little
fighter, she pulled through and we brought her home a week later J
Last week there was an outbreak of the norovirus at Bethany that has
affected many of our children.
It’s a very common vomiting and diarrhoea virus that is so preventable,
treatable and one that you wouldn’t be overly concerned about if a child got it
in the UK. Many of the babies and
elder children have had episodes of the virus, leading to dehydration. However the virus seemed to hit Anathi
very hard. At 4am on Thursday 27th
June, she was rushed to Nelson Mandela hospital and admitted into the Intensive
Care Unit. Thursday evening she
had responded really well to the medication and was taken out of ICU and moved
to the paediatric ward. I went to
visit her on Friday morning and although she was hooked to a drip and on
oxygen, she looked so much better.
I spent about 30 minutes with her, just holding her. It never dawned on me that that it could
possibly be the last time I saw her.
That evening she took a turn for the worse and her body went into shock;
despite being moved back into ICU and the doctors best efforts, she was wasn’t
strong enough this time.
Any death is hard to comprehend, but a baby just feels so unfair and
unnatural. A funeral will be held
for her this coming week and candles will be lit in her memory. Although she didn’t have the best start
to life, I hope she knows how much everyone at Bethany loved her. Rest In Peace Beautiful Angel, your
life was way too short.