People often tell me how much they appreciate the fact that I am part of the Nannying Team that cares for Jack and Jadon. While I smile and say thank you, I really think to myself, it's only because I COULDN'T do the Hospital Support Team very well. It is really out of selfish protection that I choose Jadon and Jack's care over John, Kelly and Kyle's.
But once a week I go to the hospital. If I am honest with you, I hate going. The days that I go drain me emotionally and make me physically ache, physically. I don't truthfully know how parents in the NICU ride the roller coaster. In one day I watched Kyle struggle for breath more times than I could count. I watched his nurses have to make decisions about how much oxygen to give him, understanding that if they give him too much for too long, he could be blinded because of it, but also understanding that if they don't give him enough, he can suffer brain damage because of it. Multiple times throughout EVERY day, they are making these kinds of decisions. And John and Kelly watch.
But I go. Even though I had to stop and throw up on the way home because of how physically the visit affected me last time. I go. I go because I need to be reminded that all of this is real. It is about a real baby, in a real struggle for life. It isn't just a blog or a story to follow. It is REAL. When I pray over him directly,in real time, it changes the way I pray.
And I go. I go because each week I see his progress and it reminds me of the joy of the Lord. The creator God. Kyle's skin is the prettiest little pink color now. His hair has grown and is a gorgeous brown. His eyes are opened. And each time I go, so are mine.
So I go. If you are reading this today, I am not asking you to go to the hospital. Kyle can't have that many visitors anyway. What I am asking you to do is to REMEMBER, this is a story about a real baby, a real set of parents, two real little boys at home, a real family. And PRAY like it is real!
- John and Kelly
- This story begins with 5 people. John, Kelly, Jadon, Jack, and Kyle (he is only 23 weeks old... and he is still safely tucked away in his mommy's belly) In an hour's time Kyle made his way into the world. 1 pound, 3 ounces- 11 and a half inches long. This family will never be the same. This child is a warrior. He has the spirit of a Lion, and more courage than a whole pride. He is fierce, and fearless- and he is teaching us to fear the Lord- and to believe that God is in our midst and healing even now. Join us as pray, as we praise, and as we journey through this life as lovers of God and all His glory.