Namaste,
With your prayers and blessings, Razaa is doing fine. The doctors have
put her on a milk diet - 10ml every 2 hours and she is responding well
so far. She is breathing fine on her own as well. Yesterday, my sister
got to carry her in her arms for more than 30 minutes and my sister says
that Razaa slept very peacefully during that time :-). She has gained
some weight as well. Her skin is still not in a very good shape so she
is in a lot of pain.
We are hoping that nothing will go wrong in the next few weeks. Because
she really needs to build her immune system and she not only has to cope
with the fact that she is pre-mature but also from the after effects of
the septic-shock she had gone into. Knowing her fighting spirit and also
with all the prayers for her, I think she would come out fine.
Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am trying to get a
picture of Razaa and will send to you as soon as I have one. You being
out there praying for her gives us a lot of strength.
Many thanks,
In gratitude,
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."
2 comments:
Thank you for the continued update...
Do keep a journal of these days for Razaa to read when she is older...
I have enjoyed getting them, on the good news day....
Blessings to you all`
Mary Arthur
It sounds as if Razaa is on the road to recovery. I will pass the news
on to the healers. When you have a picture, send it , and I will pass
that on to the healers, too. Love and light. Deb
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