The Agony of Waiting | Continued story after “The Longest Day”

These events took place September 14^th, 2013

I never knew the true meaning of the word “Wait” until I had to wait to see if my son would make it.

Prayers were streaming in from around the world as the doctors told us the first 12 hours were the most crucial. They said he would have to make it till 3pm then next day to be past his first step.

Little Sebastian the day after his surgeries. 

I woke early that morning after a restless 2 hours of sleep. But it seamed the prayers for strength I desperately prayed the day earlier were in effect. Strangely, a calm yet positive determination had come over me. My spirit was completely different today. “Tough little warrior I said, this guy is going to do it”. I mean, he made it through two back-to-back by-pass surgeries, and he was going to make it through his first marathon of his life; he will arrive a victor at 3pm. 

 

Alicia Comforting Sebastian

We consulted with the doctors, who much to our relief, told us his vitals were stabilized, although he is in critical condition and being administered a resparator. Ernesto and I were blown away, seriously, this little two day old warrior was showing us a lesson on perseverance and the fight for life.  He would not give up, even though every breath he took raised to a peak then sucked back with the force of a vacuum. It was agonizing seeing him fight for every breath as if it was his last, yet he kept beating, kept strong, kept moving towards his future. A future we wanted so desperately for him, and so passionately wanted to be a part of.

I wrote this midday. 

My little warrior

Your first meal you did take
Your fight for life you did make 

Proud I am of your fight
You have endured with might

But not by might found on this earth
But from above in you first birth

You have touched hearts abroad
Yet stayed here as you shod
Your spiritual armor tougher then those
Who would offend and tried to propose.
Offend they did, but won did not
As your special shield shone so hot

With God on your side they fight vain
With Gods awesome powers you sustain.

Mind you, at this point Sebastian had not had one drop of sweet milk from his mother, but rather had supped on the roadway of IV drips and medicine that pulsated through his tiny veins; his heart pounded hard.

Loved ones, friends, family, acquaintances called us to transmit their concern and bestow their prayers. The force-field was strong with this one; he received strength from above and it was showing.

3pm crept into reality. If the clock I was looking at could sound, it would have been the loudest bell. 3pm September the 14^th will forever be the most joyful day of my life, as I witnessed little Sebastian’s heart beat on, and on and on…..

 Thanks to all of you for your prayers and love for little Sebastian