"Hi Livvie." I said, for the first time in years calling her by her childhood name. Her mom walked in and gave me a hug. She then told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. She was getting worse. They had a feeding tube in but it was totally useless because Olivia had lost so many of the needed nutrients in her body and most of her organs were beginning to quit.
I broke down again. This couldn’t be happening. I went over to the window again and rested my head on the cool glass. Tears streamed down my face again, and I felt as if God didn’t care about me. I wiped my eyes and swallowed hard and turned around.
Her heart rate monitor started beeping slower and slower. I looked at Olivia’s mom and she was turning pale. The paged the nurse and went over to Olivia.
“Come on, baby girl. Come on.” She said rubbing Olivia’s hair. I watched in horror as the nurses ran in and checked her pulse.
“We’re losing her!” One of the nurses yelled to another. They started CPR, they did everything thinkable to poor Olivia. Her mom came over to me crying and hugged me.
“I can’t watch.” She whispered as she hugged me. I didn’t want to watch either. They pounded on her, trying to get her back.
“STOP!” I screamed, pushing them away. “You’re hurting her.” I whispered as I walked over to her. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. I crawled onto the bed next to her as she slowly drifted out of our lives.