Tomorrow marks 9 months … and I’m still in awe.
9 months ago I was dancing away to “Just Dance” on the Wii … anything to get Baby Boo to come out!
9 months ago tonight, I was packing my bag, at peace with our decision to move forward with a due-date induction.
9 months ago, I was Joshua’s mommy, with a big belly and swollen ankles.
9 months ago, I’d never squished the cheeks of an angel named Boo, nor caressed the sides of a NICU bassinet, aching to hold my hours old child.
9 months ago, I had never experienced the power of prayer in such a dramatic way.
9 months ago, I thought the verse we’d chosen for Becca’s room was a little odd, but now see how it fits perfectly.
9 months ago, I had no idea what was about to happen … and to this day I can hardly believe it did.
Less than a month ago, we wrapped up our final appointment with a specialist. Becca Boo, the child who stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on her, the moment I for the first time saw her breathe on her own–a shaky, ragged breath, more than 30 minutes after her birth and her subsequent fight for life in the room next door–was discharged from all specialists’ care.The neurologist deemed her “nearly normal and practically perfect” and instructed me to get that child into modeling!
The occupational therapist marveled at her “delightful, content, and inquisitive personality” and her on-target social and motor skills.
Just recently, Erik was in touch with an acquaintance from college who is a missionary overseas. He asked how Becca was doing, and told Erik, by name, of all the believers, all over the world, who prayed for our little girl. That she would breathe. That she would be healed. That she would overcome seizures, and brain injury, and that all complications would be avoided.
All over the world, 9 months ago, people prayed for my little girl. My sweet Becca.
Why were these prayers answered to swiftly? So fully? So … positively? Many hundreds of thousands of desperate pleas for healing are sent up every. single. day. Why was our little girl saved? Why?
I rarely let myself go there. I rarely ask “WHY?” and allow the guilt to tempt my mind. I rarely question the gift; instead I’m simply thankful.
I am so incredibly grateful. I do not know how else to say it–it seems to simple to say: THANK YOU.
Thank you God, for protecting my girl.
Thank you God, for leading us to induction.
Thank you God, for having the right medical team/equipment in place.
Thank you God, that my sister could be there as a support.
Thank you God, that she wasn’t scarred for life. (Pregnant, and due with her first on July 26th!!)
Thank you God, that your people took notice and prayed.
Thank you God, for social media and the power of prayer.
Thank you God, for sweet, sweet Rebecca and for fulfilling in a way I never would have dreamed of and definitely wouldn’t have chosen the verse that now hangs on her wall: