Four years ago this moment, I had no idea that we were enjoying the last few moments of normalcy that our family would have...well, pretty much for almost four years. I was 30 weeks pregnant, and just before 8:00 p.m. on Wednesday, February 4, I felt an odd sensation and moments later realized that my water had broken. A few short hours later, I was in an ambulance, headed to a hospital 2.5 hours away (well, unless you are travelling by ambulance ;-)) with a NICU. Fear does not even begin to describe the feelings that night.
Neither does peace begin to describe what God gave us in the intervening weeks as I went into labor three days later, followed by Ammah Grace spending a harrowing 6 weeks in the Neonatal ICU.
I had planned to post more thoughts on today's *anniversary* of sorts, and hopefully will be back soon to post some of those and re-tell some of the stories of the miracles God has done in those four years. However, I've been hit by an attack of the achies and a low-grade fever, and I'm headed to bed, in the words of Susan on "Miracle on 34th Street", "un-char-act-er-IST-ic-ly early". So...those thoughts and stories will have to wait. Hopefully tomorrow I will post the words to these verses, but for tonight I will leave you with the reference at least--Psalm 40:1-5. God has shown us over and over in these four years the truth of these verses.
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I will be back to hear the story. Hope & pray you are not getting the germies that we've been fighting with.
Hope you aren't getting a bug.
I wrote Braden's story about his prematurity a few years ago and at times I like to go back and just read it. Braden was 28 weeks so I totally remember that NICU time.
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