These next couple of days will be a short recap of our birth story, in the hopes of explaining our portrait charity event, Rescued By Love. After the recap, on Wednesday 8am at http://www.rescuedbyloveportraits.com, the voting will open. $1=1 vote. Our goal, $20,000 for the NICU's breastmilk for all NICU babies initiative!
Now, for our birth story that turned serious on July 1st, 2009....
Never having a baby before was probably a blessing.
I presume it would have been really scary had I known the full scope of possibilities and seriousness of it all.
All night contractions at just 24 weeks.
BabyCenter says this about babies in the womb at 24 weeks... "Her brain is also growing quickly now, and her taste buds are continuing to develop. Her lungs are developing "branches" of the respiratory "tree" as well as cells that produce surfactant, a substance that will help her air sacs inflate once she hits the outside world. Her skin is still thin and translucent, but that will start to change soon."
Like all expectant moms I was following these "baby in the womb" updates on my phone, regularly.
Each week the excitement grew as I anticipated all the things a new mother does...feeling my baby kick, preparing the room, celebrating with friends and family by opening gifts...
All of which became distant thoughts, very quickly.
For us, we wanted the ultimate surprise, and decided not to know the gender of our baby.
However, as the situation became more critical, a baby on the way at just 25 weeks, we made the joint decision to find out.
My thoughts, ever how dramatic they may sound... "I must know him/her, while he/she is still alive. He/she must have a name. A name I can call out in prayer."
See, I'm a preacher's kid.
From very young, I've experienced the power of prayer. In my life, my family's life, and my church family's life.
Everyone left the room, I started to pray, only a prayer a mother can pray, I'm convinced.
God gave me a vision. So beautiful. Can't even be described.
Tears automatically come to my eyes, still, when I think of it.
God's loving and gentle hands were rolling Sadie Mae in my stomach.
A peace filled my heart.
That peace never left, even for the next 89 days in the NICU.
I knew He had formed her. He was making her perfect. No matter the outcome. She would be with Him or me, and either would be a beautiful story of God's love.
Tomorrow, the story of our firecracker's arrival......
*photos courtesy of Julie Smith