Even though we were in New Jersey and not Belpre, it was good to be with family and not in a hospital. Little did we know what the next day would bring.
Hadassah decided it was time to make her grand appearance. The doctors tried to stop Kate's contractions but they wouldn't stop. So we had to deliver. Who knew that the the next hour would be such a defining one in our lives. Doctors came in and told us the odds weren't good and asked us some hard questions about resuscitation and other impossible things to answer like that. They tried to prepare us for the worst. That's their job and I don't hold it against them. But it was our job to have some faith in a God who can do whatever he wants with 2lb 7oz baby. And so He did.
And here I sit 2 years 364 days later in a chair and I look at a little girl who has come a really long way. She's taking baby steps. No, she's not walking...yet. But she is progressing. And that's more than we could ever ask for. She's going to go to preschool in the fall. She's going to be a big sister in the fall. She has friends. She has a personality. And we marvel at what God will do in her and through her next.
|Haddie in her stander. She can stay in it for over|
an hour and can stay at almost 90 degrees for
20 minutes of that without her head
flopping over. Progress!