MESSENGER of LOVE
In Memory of Nathan Antonio Witten-Arebelo (3/ 7- 15- 2004)
Truly my life has offered several; "Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not to your own understanding...." moments.
March 7, 2004 was a day that forever changed my life. See on that day I would become "Nana" for the very first time. The joy I felt when I received the long awaited call that baby Nate was on the way; is simply unexplainable. At that time I lived on the West Coast and immediately after receiving that call; I was on the first plane to Michigan.
Nate and I would meet for the first time in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Nate's heart was beating abnormally fast so he was being closely monitored. I was in love with Nate at first sight. I remember talking to my little grandson and telling him how excited I was that he'd finally arrived.
The decision to move Nate to Children's Hospital's Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, was the first sign that his condition was more involved than we initially thought. The diagnosis was Vein of Galen Malformation the prognosis was grim due to the fact that Nate was a newborn. Thankfully, my mom and I were present to support my daughter and son-in-law as they processed the news.
Things are not always as they appear because although Nate was the healthiest looking baby in the Intensive Care Unit, he was actually the sickest baby in the unit. Tammy, Nate's nurse was AMAZING, she made sure that we were all well informed on Nate's condition.
Nate was a fighter, however after the procedure to place a shunt was unsuccessful, he was unable to be taken off the life-support machine. Prior to the procedure we were told that could be a risk. During the entire process, I was mom/nana first and critical care nurse secondly. My advice to my daughter and son-in-law was to advocate for Nate's well being and to make the best decision for their peace.
On March 15th 2004, the decision to remove the life-support machine was made by my daughter and son in law. Once again Tammy was awesome during the process. My sister's and nephews all came to say their good-byes. Prior to removing the life-support we each held Nate. I still recall how Nate held onto my thumb, as if he was telling me, it's ok nana.
Nathan means "Gift from God" Our baby Nate was indeed a gift and messenger of love. Nate's love radiated throughout that whole unit and every staff/family member was touched.
We will forever remember our baby Nate, and give thanks for the precious 8 days we spent with him here on earth.