I love writing. It's how I process life. It's also one of my favorite ways to reminisce about what the Lord has done when, years down the road, I can look back at the things I have written. It's a reminder of how far the Lord has carried me and my family.
I can't believe I haven't posted a single thing on here since the day after Lucy was born.
... well ... actually I can believe it. The past 9 months have been a crazy whirlwind.
We lived in a hospital for 4 solid months. That was really cool.
We packed up all of our belongings and relocated our lives to be closer to Arkansas Children's Hospital for Lucy's sake (all while Lucy was still in the hospital). Yeah, so, that was insane.
Lucy has had 2 open-heart surgeries in her short little life.
There were several weeks, days, and moments we had no idea if she was going to live. No idea if we would ever be able to bring her home. No idea if we would experience being a family of 4.
Lucy is our miracle child. She defied the odds.
I'll never forget the day when Lucy's heart had been beating 200 times a minute for 5 days straight. On the fifth day, one of the doctors told us she feared that at any moment, Lucy's heart may just stop.
A tidal wave of fear. A hurricane of fear. A tornado. A flood. An avalanche. I drowned, and I suffocated in fear that day.
Lucy is the baby girl we have been dreaming of since the day I shared these words with my mom two weeks before she passed away:
"Mom, if David and I have a little girl someday, I think we are going to name her Lucy."
My mom's name was Janet, but Lucy was the sweetest nickname my dad called her. He never called her Janet - it was always Lucy. Okay, I can recall one time he called her Janet, and it was the strangest thing I ever heard come out of his mouth. Lucy. Her name, from him, was Lucy.
We have already suffered the loss of one Lucy. I couldn't bear the thought of losing another. My baby girl. This precious, fragile little life with the sweetest namesake. My dream-come-true. My second shot at a mother-daughter relationship - only now I am the mother in the relationship.
And now her heart might stop?
Those were some of the hardest, darkest days.
I questioned everything. I questioned if God was still good. I questioned if He still loved me. I felt like an ant under His magnifying glass.
Was Lucy going to become yet another shattered dream? A painful memory? The beginning of another season of grief and processing and moving on?
I'm not sure why, but for some reason God chose to answer those questions with a thundering and resounding "NO." The best and sweetest "no" I have ever heard in my life.
No. Lucy will not be a shattered dream. No. She will not be a painful memory. No. She will not commence another season of loss and grief. No.
Lucy is here. Lucy is alive. Lucy is breathing. Her heart is beating, and she is thriving.
She is the most beautiful little girl I have ever laid eyes on. Her smile takes over her entire face. She is the most lovable, most cuddly snuggly precious sweet thing I have ever held in my arms. She is strong. She is brave. She is a fighter. She is a picture of God's grace and provision.
We don't deserve this precious gift. In a season of doubt and fear and being tossed by the waves of circumstance and uncertainty, God chose to save her. He sustained her heart when it should have stopped. He caused every contraction, every drop of blood to flow through her veins. He gave her every single breath. When we were faithless, he was faithful.
And now, it is 6:29am, and my children are beginning to stir. My children. My children. Yes. Two of them. It still feels so foreign and strange coming out of my mouth. But yes, my children are beginning to wake up, and it's about time to enter Mommy Mode.
|The most precious sight I have ever laid eyes on.|
Time to go change some diapers and start breakfast! And here's to hoping this is the first of more blog posts and processing to come!
"This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."