A baby fights for his life in ICU.
In bare moments unaccounted for, he found his way to the family pool.
His first birthday lies just ahead.
Prayers have stormed heaven all night.
This is an example of one of the dreads of life. We hear about them, know that others live through such horror, and always offer prayers and compassion.
When it is someone dear to you, the pain and dread escalate into desperation.
This baby is dear to me--his father lived with us long ago when his own family experienced tragedy.
So through the night, we have begged: Please, God.
No words, just tears...and hope.
It is up to God now.
Fight, little Badin, fight.
If we are feeding your strength with our prayers, eat mightily.
