I remember waking up after the effects of the anesthesia to hear the glorious words, “You have a daughter, she is fine.” But while other mothers were joined by cute little facsimiles around the clock, I was not.…
I know the doctors are not giving you much of a chance, but I’m gonna pray. They hold test results in their hands, my hands are empty. God tells me to cast all my cares on Him. And…
Time for Five minute Friday, linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Write for five minutes. Post without editing. Word: rhythm I watch her breathing. In and out. Her little chest going up and down. And I know who started this…