When Tara and I reached the hospital today, we already knew that Shakar’s situation was deteriorating. It felt like a rush to get there; each red traffic light felt like it was taking hours to change. We reached Shakar’s room, and already there was a screen placed across the glass door. The doctor joined us shortly after we arrived and explained that they are expecting that Shakar is now in his final minutes of life. The mother understood this, and lay down in despair on her bed. Tara and I stood at each side of precious Shakar’s bed, and were soon joined by Dliza’s brother. The room was still noisy with the bleeps and whirrs of the machines, and the 3 of us stood watching the monitor show the heart rate of Shakar slowly dropping 79.. 40.. 35…. It was a thick moment mixed with tension, realisation, disbelief, sadness, and surrender.. As the numbers slipped down 14.. 10.. 0.. And then came silence.
The hours following Shakar’s death passed very quickly for me. I am feeling honoured that I was able to be with the mother of Shakar during this time. As always, she handled the situation with dignity as her emotion poured out. She was able to hold her baby, after the medical staff had removed the tubes and wires. His body was swollen and yellow, with bloody patches where the cannulas had been. Thank God, that this body is no longer suffering but Shakar is now at peace.
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
Please continue to pray for the mother of Shakar. She has carried a heavy load, especially during this last week. Pray for peace, and the knowledge of Immanuel, God with us.