![]() ![]() Strangers who know nothing about my family, judging me so they can feel safe. Over the years I have seen that same face staring back at me. Dave and I are good parents, so that could never happen to us. ![]() Their baby will die because they are bad parents. Then I wondered what had they done to put their child at risk, because it must have been their fault. I remember feeling sorry for them and distantly fearful that we could be them. I hear the words “brain dead,” and I know what he is asking, what he is recommending–pull the plug. The physician appears calm and deliberate. I watch as a nurse and physician pull the parents away and speak to them. Down the hall I hear raised voices and see a mom and dad surrounded by extended family. They are covered with ugly stains and it makes me feel dirty. I can still see the navy blue upholstered chairs set in a semicircle to the left outside the doors of the PICU. Dave and I are led to the 7th floor and told to wait outside the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit until they get Sammie settled.
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