But you'd never know it to look at the baby - when I got to hold her, I thought she was about eight months old, she was that small.
Apparently, the little girl has been feeling poorly for months. The pediatrician told her the other day that the baby is malnourished and has double pneumonia and bronchitis, and possibly, asthma.
Yet the child is not in the hospital. She's lost three pounds in the last week or so; she's wasting away. And the insurance is still not authorizing an admission to the hospital.
She's on two antibiotics, and steroids, and breathing treatments - and still being treated at home.
Her PJs were falling off her, they bought her new ones - size 6 - 9 months.
I am afraid for her. If I were her mother, I'd take that baby to the hospital and INSIST that they admit her, even if my damned insurance company wouldn't pay for it.
Her health and life are worth more than any hospital bill.
I guess this is what happens when we let businessmen and women make decisions about medical care, instead of the doctors who treat the actual patients.
Far better to consult the numbers in the actuarial table than to help one little girl get well.