Twelve

There is a chance we may get to take Holden home tomorrow!!!!  The doctor just took out his feeding tube that has been unused for the last several days.  He is eating well, sleeping, digesting, breathing, and everything else.  The last hurdle before the NICU finish line is having a sleepover with mommy outside the NICU, but still in the hospital so that nurses are available if needed.  If he has a non-eventful night, they will release him!

So let's recap for a moment:

Twelve days ago we rushed to the hospital because Bronwyn was in more pain than I've ever seen. I never imagined that her life or the life of the baby was in danger. The blog posts over the past two weeks have unfolded the story, but only God could have arranged the million particulars that have brought us to this point of healing. When I think back to when the neonatal doctor first walked into the waiting room and told me, "Your son could die within the first 24 hours, or he could have severe brain damage at best," to where we are today, I am throttled with joy! I can, in a way, relate to the woman who had been hemorrhaging for twelve years, but believed that if she could only touch Jesus' cloak, she would be healed. And she was healed! Twelve years! It's only been twelve days for us filled with daily signs of God's healing touch, but Bronwyn and I are both giddy with joy and excitement as you can imagine. THANK YOU FOR STICKING BY OUR SIDE AND GOING BEFORE THE THRONE OF GRACE ON BEHALF OF HOLDEN!!!!

 Day 1 arrival was at this entrance, above.

Today!