Helpless

It is a difficult thing to be helpless. To watch a child lying in bed; crying, moaning and suffering and be unable to help. To be unable to even soothe her with a kind word. To know that even a soft touch meant to soothe causes her pain. 

I think about parents who must watch their own babies suffer and I cannot imagine!  Margaret is not my child but my heart breaks as I watch her tiny body lying in the bed in pain. 

Margaret is not terminal, this will pass in a few days, but meanwhile she suffers. I am doing the best I can but it is not good enough.