About Last Night…

Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of the day that Stella busted out of the NICU! In honor of this special day, each year our family hosts dinner at the Ronald McDonald House located in the Children’s Hospital that cared for Stella. Check out my Instagram highlights to see all of our photos from the last 6 years.


During our 87 day NICU stay, we were so thankful  for the Ronald McDonald House. We were able to stay in one of the Ronald McDonald House (RMH) rooms for the first 3 weeks of Stella’s life, literally just a hallway away from her NICU room. Even after we moved back home, the RMH was a place to go to escape the dark windowless NICU room and they provided a meal for anyone with family in the hospital each night. It was a huge blessing to be able to get a free home cooked meal every night.

Every year we do this, I am amazed at how fast the memories come back and with so much strength. I can clearly remember the day that Stella was released from the NICU. The doctor came into our room on rounds and said, “So what do you think? Do you want to take her home today?!” I can still feel the face splitting smile I gave her in response. I remember calling my Mom to tell her the good news, we both cried. This day that we had been dreaming about was FINALLY here!

The nurses went through the “Going Home Checklist” with us and we checked off each step throughout the day. We got all our prescriptions and equipment lessons (she went home on a feeding tube). We packed up all the gear we had accumulated over the past 3 months and Stella passed her car seat test. We said goodbye to all our nurses and doctors. Then we slowly and excitedly wheeled her stroller out to the car.


As we buckled her in, we kept saying, “I can’t believe this is really happening!” Mike drove the speed limit or under the whole way home and I sat in the backseat next to our daughter. That night we introduced Stella to our dog Jozee and ate pizza on the floor as we watched her sleep in her Boppy. It was undoubtedly one of the best days of my life.


Last night our family made tacos and when we started serving the meal, I was set-up as the welcomer. I watched as each parent and family member came up to get their dinner and the look in their eyes. All of them looked exhausted and stressed, some eyes sparkled with hope from their child’s good day, other eyes were shadowed with worry and heartbreak due to a complication no saw coming. Each one of them brought back a memory from those long 87 days. I watched a small family get their food and sit down at a table to rehash the day, the status of their child, something the doctors told them, some new story they read online; and I was reminded of all the nights that our family would come to see Stella after work. We would bring them to the RMH to get dinner and give them an update. Some days were happy, uplifting updates and some days were filled soul crushing news.

When we had finished serving the meal and started to clean up, one of the Mothers came over and asked about Stella’s story. I happily shared our story of success and then asked about her child. She began to explain that their son was born with a heart defect that had spiraled into many other things. That he is now 11 years old, he isn’t able to speak, is just learning to crawl and that as much as he wants to eat orally, his body is just not able to process the action of it. My heart broke and my mind searched for anything I could say that would bring her comfort and hope. But it ended up that she was the one that brought inspiration and hope to me. She shared that while it’s so hard, and not what they envisioned his life would be, that he is a loving and special boy that he had taught her to be generous and to focus on what’s really important in life. Then she gave me advice about how to prepare and handle Nora’s upcoming surgeries in the years to come. As we finished talking, she got up and gave me a hug, we both teared up, said thank you and i awkwardly went back to cleaning.

As I was driving home with my Mom last night, we were telling each other about all the people we had met and the stories that we overheard. We talked about how thankful we were to have the outcome we did and then reminisced on all the stress and drama of those days. I am so thankful to be passed that point in my life, but it has made me who I am today and for that I will always be grateful. It has also given me a huge heart for other Mom’s with health affected kiddos and it’s was in that spirit that Mike and I decided to celebrate Stella’s homecoming by serving at RMH each year. We wanted our story to be one of hope on the days when you just need SOME good news.

This weekend I hope you all get a chance to be with family, to get outside (if you are from the Twin Cities, it’s FINALLY going to be nice out!) and to take a moment to look at back your own big life changing moments. Recognize how far you have come since that day and celebrate all that you’ve endured. You are STRONG, but you are even stronger through Jesus Christ – so take a moment to say a honest, grateful prayer as well; and have a great holiday weekend!



Happy Mother’s Day

6 years ago today, I celebrated my first Mother’s Day from the NICU. Today I am looking back at the motherhood lessons I learned during that time.

Today is the 6th Anniversary of my first Mother’s Day (literally to the exact date). My first Mother’s Day was spent in the NICU with our oldest daughter Stella. We had already been in the NICU for 10 weeks and I was REALLY hoping that we’d be able to spend the momentous occasion at home instead of in the hospital. But Stella had her own agenda so instead we celebrated the day by inviting family into meet Stella for the first time.


I remember the excitement and fear of introducing her to others. The NICU makes you a little paranoid and very over protective! I also remember thinking and dreaming about all the things I couldn’t wait to do with my daughter when we finally escaped and were able to bring her home. Walks in the park, trips to our family cabin, swimming and all the clothes she would FINALLY get to wear!


I would like to think that 6 years later, I am much wiser now and maybe in some ways I am, but honestly, the lessons I learned in those first 3 months of motherhood are the lessons I try to carry with me every single day.  Here are 5 lessons that I draw on often:

  1. Motherhood isn’t meant to be done alone. Whether it’s your spouse, your best friend, your family, a co-worker or all the above, you need someone that will have your back through this Motherhood journey. The day your little one arrives, everything shifts to focus on them, but you are still you as well. I know for me, I needed someone who I could still be “Jamie” with, not Mom, not Stella’s advocate, not NICU parent, just Jamie. In those early days, my best friend was the one I called when I just needed a break and to remember that there was still life happening outside the NICU.
  2. It’s okay to ask for help. I learned early that I did not have all the answers and that I needed people to help me find them. I have called on my people easily over 1,000 times in the last 6 years and I am so grateful for their help, support and wisdom. Even when they didn’t have the answers I needed, they were always there to listen,  vent with me, cry with me and to let me know I was not alone. As women, we tend to brave our way through the hard parts of life, but it’s so important to have people you trust to give you the advice you need and who you can tell your secrets to.
  3. It could always be worse. We are all allowed a pity party now and then, but I encourage you look around truly see the blessings you have been given. Living in a NICU for 3 months, we saw the best and the worst. The room directly across from ours was a like a hotel space, anyone who came in there was discharged within 3 days. As someone who still had months to go, it was hard to see these families happily go home time and time again. However in the room next that one, lived a little boy who had already spent over 8 months in the NICU and on Easter weekend, he went home to be with his creator instead of his parents. It was a wake up call for us to be thankful for all the blessing he was giving us, because very easily Stella could have never come home – she was born with only a 50% chance of survival after all.
  4. Even on the worst days, God is near and listening. There were many days that my prayers sounded more like yelling, but even on those days he listened and responded. He ALWAYS provided for my family, often not in the way I expected, but looking back we always had what we needed. Today, our problems are pretty minor compared to those life and death days of the NICU, but the challenges can be just as draining. In those moments of frustration I TRY to pause and remember that he has not failed us yet and that even in these new challenges, he has earned my trust.
  5. The little moments matter… A lot! During our 87 days in the NICU we consistently talked about all the things we couldn’t wait to do with our daughter when we got out. They were all so simple, like show her the sunshine, wake up in the same house, go for a walk around our neighborhood and introduce her to our dog Jozee. To this day, we try to experience life in moments and not things. We save and spend our money differently now and we work really hard to create experiences with our daughters. It’s probably the greatest lesson that we learned during our time in the NICU.


Today I was blessed to have been woken up by my daughters in our family home. I was blessed to have breakfast with them, watch them run and play in the sunshine. I was blessed to spend time with our family and end the night with a walk around our neighborhood. All my Mother’s Day wishes from 6 years ago came true today and I am SO thankful! God is SO good!

Whether you are pregnant or still trying to be pregnant. Whether your kids are adopted, fostered, step-children or your own. Whether your kiddos are babies or adults. Whether your children are near or far. Whether you are celebrating from a NICU, hospital, home or anywhere else. I hope you have/had a blessed day and you feel God’s presence with you today and always. Happy Mother’s Day to you all!

I am worthy.

This week was one of the busiest work weeks I have had in a while. It meant early mornings, back-to-back meetings, wrapped up with dinner meetings and long drives home. So naturally both of my kids caught some kind of virus and were home sick most of the week. [insert face palm here].

Nora caught it first, her temp spiked Sunday night which meant that I had to cancel and move her Cleft Care Team appointment to June. It was a bummer but it was also a relief because I felt like God was taking one thing off my plate for the week. That is until Stella got off the bus Monday afternoon complaining of a headache, which sure enough led to a fever for her as well.


I am SO thankful for my Mom who is retired, lives nearby and was willing to take care of my sick kiddos for a few days this week but even with that help, we still had middle of night fever checks which led to medicine distribution and LOTS of prayers that Mike and I wouldn’t get whatever this was.  By Wednesday evening, Nora was feeling much better and we were starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, only for my Mom to text with an update Thursday evening that Nora (who had been temp free for over 24 hours) was reading a 102 temp again.

I lost it! I was driving in my car to pick them and my anger shot through the roof. I’m pretty sure steam was coming from my ears. I called my husband, spoke way to harshly at him, hung up and started to cry. I was exhausted and it was time to call in reinforcements. I exhaled a breathless prayer,

“Lord, help! I’m so tired and I was feeling so hopeful that things were coming to an end this week and now I feel like I’ve lost all control again.  Lord, I know my anger is because I’m exhausted and heart broken. Please give me the strength I need to get through tonight and more importantly to be the Mother they need me to be right now.”

I would like to tell you that a miracle happened, a bright light shined down and healed my kids but actually Stella’s fever spiked again too. However, he did help me keep my anger, frustration and exhaustion in check, he did help me approach the situation with understanding and love – which is tough to do with a whiny, over-dramatic 6 year old (maybe he did give me a miracle).

It turned out that both kid’s fevers were due to exhaustion (apparently it’s contagious) and with one round of Tylenol they were feeling better and were able to go to school and daycare on Friday. In fact we did the bad parenting thing and even let Stella perform in her Kindergarten Spring Concert on that night – it was totally worth it! I’ll post a photo on my Instagram page.

It wasn’t until I had caught up on sleep a few days later and had some quiet time that I stopped to ask myself why it took 4 days and full on rage to break me enough to ask God for help. Why not on day one? Why not the days before the fevers even began but I knew my work week would be busy? Why do I have to break before I call on Jesus for help?

Psalms 89:8 says, “Who is like you, Lord, God Almighty? You, Lord, are mighty, and your faithfulness surrounds you.” I could tell you of at least 15 times in the last 6 months when he has shown his overwhelming faithfulness to me; and yet I wait until I can’t carry anymore to call out to him. Why? Maybe it’s my Type A, need for control. Or maybe it’s just laziness. Or maybe it’s because I feel like my little first world problems are not big enough to bring to our Almighty God.

In Luke 12:6-7, Jesus says, ” Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

I don’t know about you, but this verse literally brings tears to my tired Mama eyes. As a parent, I know deep down this verse is true. That my Father, is looking down on me in love, waiting for me to ask him for help. Waiting for me to include him in my day. Waiting for me to share my life, my worries and my successes with him – just like I want my own children to do everyday.

I have been the kid who gets picked up from school or daycare, and when their parents asks what they did today, says, “nothing’.  This week, my goal is to stop being so hard on myself and to bring God, my LOVING Father, all of my fears, doubts and excitements. To start my day in prayer instead of just at night or in moments of panic. It is great o end your day with thankfulness but let’s begin it with God’s grace as well. Personally I think it’s “self-care” at it’s finest.

Hope you all have a great week. Follow me on Instagram or Facebook to stay in touch during the week – I try to share updates and funny stories throughout week there.

God Bless!

Happy Easter!

Resurrecting my blog just in time for Easter today! Today my thoughts are with those spending this joyous holiday in the hospital instead of with family.

Today as we celebrate our Lord and Savior’s resurrection, I also wanted to resurrect my blog. More to come on that in the coming weeks, but today I wanted to share some thoughts I have been having around this holiday.

Today Stella woke up at 5:00 am ready to search for her Easter basket, we sent her back to bed only for her to try again at 6:00 am. We finally caved at 6:30 am and pried ourselves out of bed to watch both girls excitedly run around the house searching for their baskets. The Easter Bunny had brought them some candy and a couple of new Barbies, so soon they were in their own little worlds playing together.


Later on we watched as they played with their cousins at my parent’s house and ran around the yard for our annual Easter Egg Hunt. As I watched them chase a ball in the sunshine, I thought about how not that long ago Stella was spending her first Easter in the NICU. I remember being devastated that we’d be going to our Family gatherings without the biggest part of our life with us.


Recently I was going through the notes on my phone and came across one that I had pulled out of a devotional last year around Easter. It said,

“In order to understand the joy of day 3, you have to go back and remember the silence of day 2 and the pain on day 1.”

These words really struck me this year because we are in a stage of life where things are “normal”. Our girls are in school, they run and play and fight like “normal” sisters; and sometimes I take for granted the miracles that God blessed us with.

But I so clearly remember the pain of day 1, when at our 20 week ultrasound they told us that Stella would likely never come home with us.  I remember when we learned that Nora would be born with a Cleft Lip and Palate – my heartbreak was almost unbearable to have a second child with something wrong.

I’m reminded of the silence of Day 2 when I struggled with all those days in the NICU – that 6 week mark was excruciating and I questioned God about everything, upset that he wasn’t following my timeline. I remember the 4 months of retainer changes and weekly doctor appointments with Nora; and the silence in the middle of the night when I felt sleep deprived from pumping and bottle feeding a screaming baby every 3 hours.

But I also remember the joy of Day 3 when we buckled Stella into her car seat, nervously loaded her into our car and drove her home (very slowly). I remember seeing Nora’s first new smile after her lip repair surgery at 4 and half months old. She was radiating joy – making all the hard work worth it.

Now that we are in Day 3, I feel so thankful for the process and all that we learned, how much we grew as a family and as a couple. But I also know that many are still sitting the devastation of Day 1, feeling hopeless and heart broken. I know others are fighting through the silence of Day 2, just as we did on Stella’s first Easter 6 years ago – in so many ways, that was hardest part of our journey.

So today I want to ask you to say a prayer for all the families fighting in the NICU. The families celebrating Easter in the hospital instead of at home. For all the exhausted Mamas – whether they have healthy children or not. Today I pray that everyone finds a little bit of peace, a lot of grace and a moment of overwhelming joy in the chaos of this holiday.


God bless you all and Happy Easter!


Hope at Christmas…

I hope I never forget the Christmas that I was pregnant with our first daughter Stella. A few months before we had found out that she only had a 50% chance of survival and in November we had met with the doctors who would be caring for her after she was born. Needless to say, that Christmas we were filled with both grief, for what was coming and hope, that the following Christmas our daughter would be home with us.

It is my tradition to put my Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving (we have a fake tree) but that year Mike had to work so he brought the Christmas tree, lights and ornaments up from storage before he left. I put on Christmas music and started working on shaping my tree.


I was 7 months pregnant at this point and due to an extra 2 and ½ pounds of amniotic fluid (a result of Stella’s condition) I was quite large and my belly kept knocking the tree out of the stand. I kept plugging away wrapping lights on each and every branch, fixing the tree every time it tipped in one direction or another and singing Christmas songs to myself and our dog, Jozee.

A few frustrating hours later I plugged in the last strand of lights and stepped back to look at my completed tree. The colorful lights flashed on and then 10 seconds later the entire middle section of the tree went out. I started to cry.


Then an old, over played Christmas song about baby Jesus and the role he would play on this earth came on the radio – Mary Did You Know.

I remember sitting down and just crying, not just over my tree lights but also because the gravity of Stella’s situation was hitting me. I remember crying to God about how I didn’t want my baby girl to have a tube down her throat, surgery or scars. I remember crying about having to hand my little girl over to strangers to take care of her, to save her. And then I realized that God too had to hand his little baby off to strangers to take care of him. He had to trust Mary and Joseph and this world to love and protect his son. His son too went through a horrible battle and he too has scars.

I realized so quickly that he understood, not only as God, but as a parent, as a father.


This Christmas, Mike and I are enjoying watching both of our miracles, Stella and Nora, run around and be excited about everything. They love life, their family and friends. They are such a joy to us this Christmas and every day. Every time I get overwhelmed with what Nora will have to go through, I think about that Christmas and the lesson that I learned. I think about how hopeless I felt and then I look at Stella and I remember that God has never left us and he will continue to guide us through this life.

This is my command – be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. – Joshua 1:9

My girls may not be perfect – they both have scars – but it is my job to teach them to be proud of those scars, that those scars represent the miracle that they are. When Jesus appears to his disciples after his death on the cross, he always shows them his scars as proof of who he is. To remind them that he not only died for them and but by God’s grace, he came back to life. His scars are as much a symbol of what he did for us as the cross is. My girl’s scars are a reminder to me of our journey as a family. They are my symbol that we survived and they remind me of times in my life when Jesus carried me home.


Merry Christmas to each and every one of you. May your season be blessed and may you see God’s grace shining in your own children.


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Big Girl Nora…

As some of you may have seen on my Facebook page, last week Nora had a Cleft Care Team appointment. After a lot of prayer and consideration we decided to switch Nora’s cleft care over from Gillette Children’s Hospital to Children’s MN. We are grateful for the care she received at Gillette but we are now focused on a long-term strategy and felt that this was a good time to make the change. Last week we were on boarded at Children’s with a 5 hour appointment. Nora was evaluated by speech, dental, audiology, and pretty much every surgeon who will work with her in the coming years. Overall it was a great experience and we were impressed with how well this team of doctors collaborates.  Here is what we learned:

  • Speech: We were excited to learn that Nora’s speech is on track that of the average 2 ½ year old, which is impressive for a cleft kiddo. At this time they don’t expect her to need a speech surgery, but we will continue to evaluate her progress every 6 months to be sure.
  • Audiology: Nora passed her hearing test in both ears, however they looked and found that the ear tubes that were placed at 4 months old have dislodged but have not fallen out yet. Most ear tubes will work their way without intervention, so at this time we will just wait and see. They also noticed that one of her ear drums has a small hole. They assume it will close up on its own, but will check it next time we are in.
  • Dental: It’s time to get Nora enrolled in a pediatric dental program. (I know, I know, she is almost 3 and we have never been to the dentist, shame on Mom.) Her teeth look good for now but could use a good cleaning. And since she will have a lot of dental work needed over time, it’s will be good to get her used to it. We learned that she is missing 2 baby teeth on top but it is common for cleft kids to be missing teeth so we will just have to wait and see what is there for adult teeth in a few years.
  • Surgeons: All in one room we had the plastic surgeon, ENT, Orthodontist, Oral Surgeon and Restorative Dentistry (they would implant teeth if any are needed). It was a full room and at naptime, so Nora was a tired little girl, but also very corporative. J They walked us through the next couple of surgeries they believe are needed:
    • Columella Lengthing – Nora’s columella (the skin between your nostril holes) is pretty small, which means that her nose holes are pretty small, which means it’s hard for her to clear snot and boogers from her nose. Most of the time this isn’t a problem, but when she gets sick or the weather changes (specifically during the winter) we notice it more. Her nose will continue to fall lower as she grows so this means that her next surgery will take place in the next 1-2 years to lengthen her columella and lift her nose a bit higher. They prefer to have this done before she goes to Kindergarten.
    • BilateralBoneGraft
    • Bone Graft – This is the next really big surgery. Right now, her upper jaw is in 3 parts. The center part that was out of her mouth at birth and her left and right jaw line. The bone graft will complete her jawline and allow her teeth to grow in “properly”. They will start to prep for this surgery when her 6 year old molars come in by putting expanders on her upper jaw to create space and to align the 3 parts of her mouth into a U shape. Once this is complete, they will go in and do the bone graft, which they expect to do at 7-8 years of age.  The bone for her jaw will be taken from her hip.  The really cool part is that after about 4-6 months the bones will have fused together and will be one complete bone/jawline.

We left the appointment feeling relieved that we now have a plan in place. I am so thankful that her speech sounds good at this point, I am relieved that she passed her hearing test and I appreciate the great team at Children’s who are already collaborating so that Nora’s next surgeries will be successful.

I was looking back a pictures of Nora the other day and I was amazed at far she has come. Like most Moms of cleft kids, I worried about what she would look like and how everyone would react to her. But the moment they placed her on my chest after she was born, I instantly fell in love with her. Everything in me wanted to hold and protect her from the world and she knew she was safe in my arms.


The next 4 months were filled with doctor appointments and retainer changes, but she quickly became the center point of our family, changing everything about us: Stella was now a big sister and seemed way bigger now that Nora had arrived. Mike and I were learning what it was really like to bring an INFANT home (since Stella didn’t come until she was 3 months old) and even the our dog, Jozee, had to learn to share her favorite couch spot with Nora and I.  By the time we had gotten through her first two surgeries (her first lip and palate repair), Nora’s cleft was just part of who she was and we rarely even notice it anymore.


Today, I watch Nora and am amazed at the beautiful little girl she has become. She is so silly, always looking for ways to make us laugh, but also extremely sweet, learning to share much better than her sister does and always the first to give us snuggles. While we know that her defect is more of a marathon than a sprint, we are already so proud of her progress and of the “Big Girl” she growing up to be. 🙂

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. – Romans 12:12 (Nora’s Life verse)


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Stella in her own time…

There is a book that someone bought Stella when she was an infant, it’s called “Ruby in Her Own Time” and it is one of my favorites. It’s about a little duck family who has 4 healthy ducklings and then Ruby, a little duck that is born later and is smaller than her siblings. Throughout the book Ruby’s siblings learn to eat, swim and fly before she does, and the Father duck keeps asking if she will ever catch up, to which the wise Mother duck always replies, “She will, in her own time”. I originally loved this story because it reminded me of Stella.

Stella didn’t breath, eat, come home or do anything developmentally like the other kids her age.  She was always doing everything in her own time. Every time I tried to rush her along, our favorite nurse would say, “She’ll do it when she is ready,” we used to call it “Stella Timing”.

I remember when she was finally extubated from her breathing tube and we could finally work on oral feedings, it was one of the final achievements we needed to make before taking her home. I thought, “This will be a breeze, we will be out of here in no time.” WRONG! We learned quickly that our daughter had a stubborn streak. Now to be fair, she had a breathing tube down her throat from the moment she was born until she was 6 weeks old. We were told that she missed her window to practice her “suck-swallow-breathe” instinct that most full-term babies are born with. You would literally put the bottle in her mouth and she would look at you like, “What do you want me to do with this?” Also, because her insides were all switched around (her stomach was in her chest when she was born) her esophagus was twisted and stretched giving her an impressive gag reflex (which she still has).

Every day we would go to the hospital excited to work on feeding and every night we would leave exhausted, frustrated and sometimes covered in puke. During this season, Stella taught us patience. Even though she never did learned to eat orally while we were in the hospital, the time we spent working on it gave Mike and I a degree in how to set-up and work a feeding pump so that when we went home we were already familiar with bolus feeds, feeding pumps and lots of tubes! It also allowed us to wean Stella off pain medication and her need for oxygen support.  This allowed us to go home with just a feeding tube – so in the end, her timing was perfect and better for all of us.

This is exactly how God works too. Early in my pregnancy we prayed for a miracle. I had it all worked out in my mind and knew exactly how it should go. We would go in for one of our ultrasounds, the technician would look at Stella and suddenly she would stop and say, “Wow! She’s healed! Where’d the hernia go?! It’s a miracle!” The doctor would rush in to double check and would say in shock, “In all my years as a doctor I have never seen this happen before.” Great daydream right? 🙂

Instead God took his sweet time. He made us wait through the last 4 months of my pregnancy and a long 87 days afterward to heal our daughter. However when I look back now, I can see the numerous miracles that he provided us during that time. Some were big and others were small, but the thing I am most astounded by is how he used our story to tell his story. I realized later that if he would have granted me my wish and healed Stella in my womb, no one besides a few close friends, family and the doctors would know. It would be amazing for sure, but maybe the doctors would have explained it away and our life would continue as it did before.  By waiting the way he did, he allowed hundreds of people to join in on our story through our CaringBridge website, and he also gave us time to grow into the parents he created us to be. We went into our 20 week ultrasound a little bit selfish and very naïve young adults. We left the NICU humble, grateful and compassionate parents to a beautiful little girl that changed not only our world, but also everyone else that met or read about her.

At the end of the Ruby book, Ruby grows up to be bigger and stronger than her siblings, flying farther and wider than them too. She flies off into the sunset only to return home later with a family of her own.

Our health affected kiddos are so amazing, aren’t they? They are resilient. They learn from the beginning to fight hard for what they want.  Today Stella is a really smart little girl that has lots of pre-school friends and a great, big heart. Most people who meet her now have no idea that she ever had anything wrong. I am so proud of my little girl and I look forward to watching her grow up into the woman that God created her to be.

But as parents, it can be really hard to accept that things are not in our control, especially when it comes to our kids. It takes a little extra faith and a lot of endurance to get through these hard times.

For those of you still in the NICU – I get it, there is nothing simple about NICU life. The constant alarms. The strangers touching, holding and caring for your baby. The horrible feeling every night when it is time to go home and once again leave your baby behind.  The never ending pumping and freezers full of breast milk. The awkward phone calls to the NICU nurse late at night when you’re awake pumping (again) to see how your baby did with her last feeding or if she is sleeping okay.  The empty room in your house where your baby should be but isn’t.  It is a horrible experience to go through. I get it.  And so does God.

 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11

You are not alone and I can promise it does come to an end. And someday you will look back and celebrate all of God’s fingerprint on your life and the life of your little one. You just have to trust that God will provide in his own time.


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