On Abby’s second day of life when the future was so uncertain, our wonderful social worker talked to us in the hallway of the NICU and asked us a question I’ll never forget: “What are your wishes for Abby?” At first, my only answer was that I wanted her to be here. Here I am, watching my newborn’s chest heave up and down as she struggles to breathe, listening to the beep-beep-beep of the pulse-ox machine as her blood oxygen levels plummet lower and lower…and you’re asking me to think about the future? K gently encouraged me to think a little more into the future and consider what I really want for my daughter. I listed a few more, mostly to appease her, because I really couldn’t think about anything else except that sick little four pound baby in the room next door. I think I said something like I wanted Abby to be able to come home to us and to go to school. I have no idea what kinds of things Matt said, because I was sobbing too much to hear. When I look back on that day and so...
Choosing joy and trusting God!