His Life Depends on Treatment His Family Cannot Afford

I look at my tiny baby sleeping peacefully in the ICU.

But my heart knows the truth this is only the beginning of our battle.

A battle for his life and for my strength to keep going.

He should be sleeping peacefully in my arms.

He should be growing, smiling, and filling our home with joy.

He should be wrapped in blankets, not surrounded by doctors, tests, medicine, and pain.

His tiny kidneys are not working the way they should.

The doctors are still trying to understand exactly what is happening inside his little body.

But one thing is already painfully clear:

And this is not something that will end tomorrow.

But my heart knows the truth: this is only the beginning of our battle.

A battle for his life — and for my strength to keep going.

Since Baruch became sick, our whole life has changed.

There are long days of fear and long nights with almost no sleep.

I hold him in my arms and try to stay calm.