It's been on my mind for a while now, a date that is only recognizable to two people. I am in the middle of a huge project and I've been working on it all day. I have to admit, it slipped my mind for a bit, until I just looked at the clock and literally got chills. My husband and I are the only ones who remember this date, January 4th, 2001.
It's not a birthday-
It's not a NICU homecoming day-
And ThAnKfuLLy it's not an angel day-
Today is a day that is only familiar to us...
Today is the day that changed our lives forever...
Today is the day where nothing else in the world existed except us...
Today is the day my water broke...
Twelve years ago...
At a mere 24 weeks...
In a cold hospital room our doctor's rattled off the statistics that our baby was teetering on the edge of viability.
Say the words out loud...
What would you do?
They asked us, what we "wanted" to do.
Really, they did.
We didn't discuss it, out loud at least, we didn't have to. We made a silent decision for HoPe, not life because we didn't know what life was going to deal us. We were clearly told that our baby had a small chance of survival and a greater chance of death.
Thankfully we silently decided for HoPe and we still would today. No one, not even the smartest, most knowledgeable doctor can quote the future, they can only quote statistics. We knew that with HoPe we would take whatever the future held for us. It was all we had, it was our greatest gamble and one of our four greatest gifts.
2 comments:
We have been in a similar place... October 3rd, 2011. 22 weeks pregnant. Healthy naivety, prayers, and HOPE got us through. Thank you for this post ... your story gives us hope.
Alyssa,
Virginia's story is so similar, wow. Naivety, that's another good one, thankfull for how it played such a big part at times, maybe to unknowingly protect us when we were facing our limits. I look forward to following Virginia's story. xo xo
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