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Daniel Fulkerson
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Nothing Good Happens at … The Baby Hospital
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“She continued, “I had an ultrasound when I was about twenty weeks pregnant, and they found the spina bifida and hydrocephalus. I saw a bunch of doctors. Every single one of them told me all the things that were wrong with my daughter. Some people told me to abort her—you know—my child. All of these doctors told me all the problems we were going to have. “Then she was born and the doctors told me about the lesion on her back and the size of her head. She was going to be taken to the Baby Hospital away from me, and she needed surgery. All I could think about was everything wrong with her and maybe I’d made a mistake keeping her. “Then Thomas came into my room. Do you know what he said? He said, ‘What a beautiful baby!’” She paused. “No one else had called her a baby.”
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
“But that last clinic appointment, that last time I saw Katie, I could look at her and see heaven. I don’t ask you to understand or even believe me, but I could see it. Just as clear as I can see Death. I saw heaven through Katie. It’s not that I think I see it; I know I see it, just as I see heaven in the eyes of my bratty kid or any of my other hundreds of patients. I know there’s value. I know there’s love. I know that there’s a loving God welcoming Katie into heaven. I could see it. I can’t explain it. I can’t begin to ease the stabbing hurt in Katie’s family. I won’t even try. But there is heaven.”
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
“The Baby Hospital forces you to ask the big question. It forces you to ask about Death and heaven and God. “Truly I say to you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it for Me” (Matthew 25:40).147 Some of the children at the Baby Hospital certainly qualify as the “least of these.” “Let’s not get tired of doing what is good” (Galatians 6:9).148 It’s a privilege to care for children. It’s a privilege to be called during the worst time in a family’s life. It’s a privilege to be entrusted with the life of a baby. It’s a privilege to be expected to study, to overcome the bureaucracy of medicine, and to feel capable of commanding an OR. It’s a privilege to operate on the central nervous system. I can see Death. And I can see Heaven. I wish I could understand the tapestry of the universe, of existence, of nature. But I can’t. But I can see some things. I can see that there is a Song of Creation. I can even hear it. I can hear it in a child’s laugh, my favorite sound. It’s beautiful. Yes. It’s worth it. Because of this:”
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
― Nothing Good Happens at … the Baby Hospital: The Strange, Silly World of Pediatric Brain Surgery
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