Our baby was too weak to eat, unable to move. And we had no idea why
If you saw my daughter Leah riding her unicycle with her four older brothers, you’d probably be very impressed with her talent. However, you’d be even more impressed if you knew the hashgachah that occurred ten years ago that led to the healthy, strong Leah of today.
It was a Thursday, two weeks before Shavuos, and six-month-old Leah wasn’t a happy camper. She wanted to be held all day and didn’t want to nurse. Thinking she had an ear infection, I took her to the pediatrician. He checked her, assured me there was nothing wrong, it was probably a virus, and sent us home.
That Friday I could hardly prepare anything, Leah was so cranky. Then my husband and I were up the whole night taking turns holding her and trying to get her to eat. We resorted to giving her drops of milk from a medicine dropper just to get some fluid in her, but even that she’d barely swallow.
By Shabbos morning she was very weak. My husband went to shul and met a neighbor who’s a member of Hatzalah. Upon describing her weakness and dehydration, the neighbor called an ambulance, saying, “You don’t take chances on a baby.”
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