I read a story tonight, In JAMA of all places, wherein a med student discussed losing her infant son to a tragic genetic disease. In her own words:
I drifted off to sleep with our son in my arms in an overly plush rocker. He was still able to snuggle and breathe smoothly despite the concerning numbers on the pulse oximeter. A few hours passed. I awoke and immediately had the urge to play our song. The soothing tune began in Hebrew: “Do it for Your sake, our God, and not for ours. Look at our position—destitute and empty handed.”2 Seconds later, his heart rate and oxygen saturation dropped. As his color faded, my husband turned off the monitor, so we would not have to watch them go any lower. The song climaxed: “The soul is Yours, and the body is Your doing. Have compassion on Your work.” After our wails of his name stopped, we placed him on his favorite mat and covered him so as not to further disturb the body that Judaism considers still intrinsically holy, continued to recite Psalms to comfort the soul that had just ascended out of its temporary home, and lit a candle near his head. Jewish tradition teaches that the flame reminds us that just after death, the soul hovers above the body. “He’s still so close…,” I thought.
It sounds like there might have been NDE from the very start as many tell of rising above to the ceiling etc. This information was passed down orally and in tradition knowing that. I can't imagine losing an infant, as it is hard enough with a young adult. The why question would be constant as well. But this med student and I understand the souls do belong to God for His purpose of bring the most people close to him.
I read a story tonight, In JAMA of all places, wherein a med student discussed losing her infant son to a tragic genetic disease. In her own words:
I drifted off to sleep with our son in my arms in an overly plush rocker. He was still able to snuggle and breathe smoothly despite the concerning numbers on the pulse oximeter. A few hours passed. I awoke and immediately had the urge to play our song. The soothing tune began in Hebrew: “Do it for Your sake, our God, and not for ours. Look at our position—destitute and empty handed.”2 Seconds later, his heart rate and oxygen saturation dropped. As his color faded, my husband turned off the monitor, so we would not have to watch them go any lower. The song climaxed: “The soul is Yours, and the body is Your doing. Have compassion on Your work.” After our wails of his name stopped, we placed him on his favorite mat and covered him so as not to further disturb the body that Judaism considers still intrinsically holy, continued to recite Psalms to comfort the soul that had just ascended out of its temporary home, and lit a candle near his head. Jewish tradition teaches that the flame reminds us that just after death, the soul hovers above the body. “He’s still so close…,” I thought.
It sounds like there might have been NDE from the very start as many tell of rising above to the ceiling etc. This information was passed down orally and in tradition knowing that. I can't imagine losing an infant, as it is hard enough with a young adult. The why question would be constant as well. But this med student and I understand the souls do belong to God for His purpose of bring the most people close to him.
I felt compelled to share that with you.
I loved her closing "he is still so close..."