CPE-4: What wonderous life

I was on-call last night, and I am tonight, also. Last night, I think I did not set the beeper correctly, which meant all hell could have broken loose and I wouldn’t have known a think. Of course, that is an exaggeration after all, but even if it were not there would have gotten through it fine without me.
I am in CPE to learn – I am a learner. As one of our fellow Episcopalians from VTS commented earlier today during our first IPR (Inter-Personal Relations) seminary, “we are the project.” Tonight, the beeper is working correctly and I could be called in to the hospital at any time, but only under certain circumstances.
The other CPE’er and I who are assigned to St. Luke’s roamed around Roosevelt hospital to familiarize ourselves with the place in case we are called-in. We spent a good amount of time in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). Man, the security is tight, but this little “Chaplain” badges get us in anywhere. These little, tiny babies – tubes, special lighting, clamps, incubators, naked, parents waiting, waiting. My goodness. So fragile. So helpless. So innocent.
Monday night while Ashton and I were walking in Chelsea after a movie, we saw a woman wondering around (I’ve seen her before), needle marks up her arm… pregnant. To think of this baby inside of her that must endure the trauma of his/her mother’s tragedy is unfathomable. What heroine is doing to the development of that helpless, fragile baby made in the image of God, I cannot imagine. Yet, so many of those crack or heroine or coke or alcohol babies make it, and miraculously many are not seriously devastated. How? God, how?
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