truth is, that's how crazy life has been.
especially, when in all my spare time, i am staring at this little miracle:
And just in case any of you had any doubts who this little guy looks like, check out his resemblance to his brother at that age:
I'm in awe of baby Micah. Every single day.
I'm serious. I sit there and stare at him.
I can't be there all day, every day.
After all, I have a three year old, a husband, a full-time job with lots of ever expanding, changing responsibilities.
But I can be there as much as humanly possible, even if it means I'm running on fumes.
And that's what I do when I go see him: I just sit there and stare at him.
And now, well, now he's off the vent.
He's off CPAP and only on 2.5 liters flow o2 through a nasal cannula.
He's taking full feeds through his OG tube.
And he's sleeping in a crib, wearing clothes, watching his mobile and hanging out in his bouncy seat.
He screams when he's got poop and when he's hungry.
He's ALIVE.
And some days, well...some days I can hardly hold back the wonder.
It literally takes my breath away.
God has chosen to give us a miracle.
It's really overwhelming.
And so, so beautiful.
So right now, you'll forgive me, but the blog has to wait.
For this little guy, and our perfect little family just needs to BE for a bit as we figure it all out.
As we wait.
For the day that they come in and tell us we can take him home.
That's the question of the hour we get from everyone: when can you take him home?
Guess what, yall? They don't give timelines in NICUs :-)
And remember what we've all gotten really good at?
One day at a time...
And today, I'm about to head back over there, and cradle that little pudgy sack of joy.
