While my son, QW was in ICU of the Children's hospital, we were moved to the ICU Burn Unit due to the regular ICU being under staffed. We ended up staying in the ICU Burns Unit for 4 1/2 weeks out of the five weeks that we were in the hospital.
We came to like and know most all of the burn unit staff and some of the patients..... including a little (3 or 4 yr old) girl called Miesha. Oh, my goodness, she was the cutest little thing! She was already there when we arrived and was still there when we left. She was burnt from head to toe and could hardly walk or talk when we first met her, but every day she got a little bit stronger.
The kids in that unit would do their walking therapy in the hall. Miesha would stop and wave at our sons door when she did her walking therapy and my son and I would stop and wave at her door when he did his walking therapy.
Some days you could hear her just scream and scream when they did dressing changes. Other nights you could hear her little voice crying for her momma. Most of the time, she was alone in her room. In the five weeks we were there, her mommy (who looked to be in her teens) only came 3 times. Her grandma came 2 times. The nurses said no one came to see her the first two weeks she was in the hospital.
My heart broke for her.
The child life specialist would take her stuffed animals and toys. The music therapist would play and sing Disney songs for her. The nurses would put in movies, and would put her in a wagon and bring her out to the nurses desk so she would have someone with her. They would paint her nails and dress her up in little sun dresses and rock her to sleep. But, they also had a job to do and couldn't be with her all the time.
|The only photo I have of the little girl who stole my heart.....|
taken on the day my son was discharged to come home.
The last day we were at the hospital, we had taken my son down to the child life zone and the child life specialist brought Miesha down also. She saw me across the room and came right to me, arms open wide, and gave me the biggest hug....
I wished right there I could've brought her home with me; burned, scars, feeding tube, diaper, and all.... she had won my heart and tears started running down my cheeks....
I pray for that little girl every time I think of her, for healing, for someone in her family to step up and love her, but also for her to know the Lord, and to know her worth someday.
She will never know the impact she had in my life or the unspoken love I have for that black headed, brown eyed, dark skinned, little girl in my heart.
So, although she will never know... there will always be a middle aged, white woman, work from home, stay at home wife, and homeschooling momma of three, living on a hobby farm in East Central Indiana, praying that God will be extra close to a little girl named Miesha and surround her with love.
PS. I think she stole a little piece of my hubby's heart too...
*We went back a month later for my son's checkup and to see Miesha and taker her a book, but she had been discharged, and by hospital policy they can not give us any info about her. I may never know what happens to her, but I will always remember her and pray for her from time to time.