Namaste,
With God's grace and your prayers, Razaa got her first feed last night.
The doctors called my sister last night and told her that the baby is
ready for milk. So she is getting very small feeds (through tubes)
every two hours. We are hoping that this would help her gain weight. The
doctors are now saying that the chances of survival are 50%....Razaa has
come a long way - from 0% to 50%. We are waiting for the chances to go
upto 100%. All of us are praying hard.
Thanks so much for your healing prayers.
Love and Many thanks,
Gagan
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This blog is dedicated to "Razaa" who was born prematurely at 26 weeks on 14th March, 2005 and left us all of a sudden on 12th May, 2008. In her short life, she went through a lot of ups and downs...and in the process, touched the lives of a lot of people. She will always continue to live in our hearts.
razaa
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
"Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame other, imagine how our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild."
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