Baby Z and Little L
Baby Z is on the left. Little L is on the right. This proud Godmother is beaming! Aren't they beautiful...sigh...
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For the Repose of His Little Soul
Over these last three weeks while Little L and Baby Z have been in the NICU we have been aware of another little baby in the next isolette. Tiny D was born at 23 weeks 4 days. He has been in the NICU for 2 months and had multiple surgeries (I don't know what for). When we went to pick up Little L the other night Tiny D was having another surgery. The situation looked very gloomy. I learned last that Tiny D died Monday night. I never saw him. Confidentiality and health precautions being what they are. I only saw his isolette and the machines and the beeping equipment, and the constant care the nurses gave him. I know he was loved. Heck, I became invested in his well being just from being present. I wept upon hearing about his death. I pray for his young parents who have been through so much. I pray for his tiny little life that was filled with love but also so much pain. I pray for all little one's struggling to live. Gracious God, we give you thanks for the gift of life, howeve
Home By Another Way?
Two years ago I drove to Fayetteville, North Carolina to see Ryan. My Daughter, J, and my son P, came with. At that point J had been dating R for three years, but since she was only 17 I would not let her visit him on her own. Ryan was in Fayetteville, stationed with the 82nd Airborne, and had his own apartment off base. We all stayed with him. In many ways I have been like a mother to him. So our visit was comfortable and familial. He had a nice apartment with plenty of room for all of us. But, he had no furniture. So, while I was there I bought a few things, like a small kitchen table and four chairs, so we could eat a meal. We slept on blow up mattresses. One day J and Ryan decided to drive up to Raleigh to go to the shopping mall. P and I decided to drive to the ocean in Wilmington. My son was having a difficult time. Eighth grade was a challenge, socially, and I had pulled him out of school to home school him. Our trip was in part a visit to civil war sites and a study of the civi