So we met with Ann and Dr. Payne (fitting name) the neonatologist on Monday, April 2 at the hospital in the maternity ward. When we got there, we had to wait in the family waiting area. There was a jubilant family there whose daughter had just had a baby girl. I tried very hard to ignore them and not listen, but I could not avoid it. I knew that the happiness they were experiencing was something I was not guaranteed with my baby’s arrival.
Finally, the hospice nurse Ann came and took us to a room, which was a delivery/recovery suite. I was so sad to be in that room. I remembered the good memories of having my other two babies, all the newness and excitement of meeting my babies, and getting to mother them. Yet, I dreaded what could be. As we discussed the plans and what we hoped for, Joey spoke up about our faith and that our hope was in Christ and that God could give us a miracle if He so chose, but we would accept God’s will whatever it was.
The story of our beloved infant son.
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