Samuel woke up early this morning...and started the countdown to the minute of his birth...8 years ago. Then he proclaimed, "And NOW I am eight!"
The warmth from the August sun absorbed by the concrete blocks of the parking garage of the Allegheny General Hospital was not enough to ward off the chill that David and I felt as we clung together. Clinging like shipwrecked survivors to a dinghy --quite sure we were NOT ready to face the storm of the diagnosis just given to us by the doctor. An ultrasound is usually a happy event, that first peek at the life not yet seen. But not that day. The grim face of the physician spoke volumes, even in his silence. They suggested that we terminate and quickly as "he" was already 23 weeks. We walked away knowing that God, in His sovereignty, could redeem even this, but in my flesh, I was terrified. We had no further ultrasounds. The months passed agonizingly slow, yet somehow they flew by. David named him Zachary because the name meant, "remembered by God." We were extremely protective of this potential diagnosis and with the exception of a few close friends ...
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Your last post was very touching in regards to both your father-in-law's and your own care for each other.
Happy Birthday to Samuel! He and Ty are very close in age (Ty will be 8 the end of November). This is a fun age!
I am sure you have heard about Mom's accident by now and the extent of her injury. She should be leaving Atlanta Thursday morning to head back to Fl to meet with the trauma orthopedic surgeon. Pray for everyone involved!
Sandi