Time Marches On
Our last time in this room before the birth of our boy Four years ago today I woke up early and took a long hot shower. My bags were packed and I was excited and terrified, I was confident yet hesitant, I was strong but full of weakness. I had faith but was so scared God may have a different plan. It was the beginning of hospital bed rest. Hospital sweet Hospital I remember the morning minute by minute, all the feelings, the way Scott and I were entering into a new phase of our life, checking into the hospital and the duration being unknown. Having zero control of anything is difficult, but to have zero control over the health of your child is excruciating. So many times I prayed to God and our baby that if he could just be born healthy that I would spend every second of the rest of my life taking care of him. Six weeks later, prayers were answered. For this child we prayed The other morning as the sun was peeking through the blinds, ...