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QUESTIONS...BUT NO ANSWERS

Merrill and I were able to both go visit Montana today. Our little man is not so little. Matter of fact, I am pretty certain our baby is the biggest baby in the NICU. Today he topped the scales at 9lbs and 6ozs. Looks like he will get to come home Tuesday or Wednesday. Needless to say, this entire family is excited about his homecoming.

At church this morning we were asked to pray for a family. The mom to be had been been in the hospital trying to keep her precious baby inside as long as she could. By this morning it was too much for her and the baby and she gave birth to a little boy 11 weeks too early.

While getting settled in NICU today with our rather big little man, I couldn't help but to notice the tiny little bundle who was now one of Montana's roommates. So little, so precious, so helpless. Imagine Merrill's and my surprise when the daddy we had prayed for walked in. It brought tears to my eyes. I will never really know their pain. I will never fully grasp how all of this must feel to them. We talked, we shared, we stood in awe. We got to meet one of the grandmothers. We already know the other one. We were there when Mom got to come and see her baby for the first time. Again we were in awe to be in the same room with this family event.

BUT, now my mind runs with questions. Questions that have no answers. Just Questions. Why does a baby whose mom did nothing but hurt him while inside her go full term and live? Why does a mom who does everything right, struggle to keep her very wanted baby have to now go through all of this?

I would give the world if these moms that do these things to these babies could really grasp the life long problems these babies/children will have. How they will struggle even in the best situations to fit in and have a good life. Then there is this precious little boy, wanted so badly by a family that did everything right...will he struggle too? Will it all be okay for him if he just has a little bit of time?

Funny, in NICU parents are all there for the same reason, whether they be birth parents, foster parents or even adoptive parents. We just want our baby to get healthy enough to go home.

I know I ask alot of each of you, but again I ask you to pray, pray for these babies, all babies and the families who just want to take them home. Names are not important, for every day, probably every hour of the day, the names are changing.

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Karen said…
Thank you, Roberta! Such poignant questions...I didn't even know "said mama" had her baby!!!! I'm praying right now. So glad she made it to 29 weeks and 2 days (if my math is correct)...I'm praying for your baby and hers...Love, Karen

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