September 11th brings Richard to 8 miraculous years. Whenever this day comes around, I find myself reliving the (very frightening) day that brought him to us. Racing to the hospital, a 3 minute flat C-section, 3 long months of NICU life, and months of oxygen.
Since it's been a few years, many of you may not know that doctors told us, several months ahead of time, Richard would not survive when he was born. (My water had broken around 15 weeks and doctors wanted to "terminate" that evening). We waited and saw several specialists in the next 14 weeks. I went into labor at 29 weeks b/c of an infection--within an hour we were rushing to the hospital.
Richard's heart and breathing stopped, so I was rushed in for a C-section and my doctor wasn't there - the nurses grabbed one in the hallway. When I came to, I laid in recovery for a long time wondering how the baby was. On the way to my room, they actually rolled me through the NICU, in the bed, to see Richard.
The next six months could fill several books--but it taught us much about ourselves and the goodness of the Lord -- providing for us, sustaining us, and sending miracle after miracle. It is hard to realize your own weakness and rely on someone else. It is hard to wait patiently for tiny signs of progress and hope for a life returning to normal.
Now, eight years down the road, we praise the Lord each day for our miracle boy and all he's been through.
Since it's been a few years, many of you may not know that doctors told us, several months ahead of time, Richard would not survive when he was born. (My water had broken around 15 weeks and doctors wanted to "terminate" that evening). We waited and saw several specialists in the next 14 weeks. I went into labor at 29 weeks b/c of an infection--within an hour we were rushing to the hospital.
Richard's heart and breathing stopped, so I was rushed in for a C-section and my doctor wasn't there - the nurses grabbed one in the hallway. When I came to, I laid in recovery for a long time wondering how the baby was. On the way to my room, they actually rolled me through the NICU, in the bed, to see Richard.
The next six months could fill several books--but it taught us much about ourselves and the goodness of the Lord -- providing for us, sustaining us, and sending miracle after miracle. It is hard to realize your own weakness and rely on someone else. It is hard to wait patiently for tiny signs of progress and hope for a life returning to normal.
Now, eight years down the road, we praise the Lord each day for our miracle boy and all he's been through.
And I often wonder what things lie in store for him.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday - praise the Lord for keeping him safe throughout everything and giving you guys the grace to go through it.
Happy 8th Birthday! What a story Richard has and what a great example of God's provision for your family.
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