Remember this post--When Bad Things Happen?
Well, I have been living in dread, dread for a dear friend for 12 weeks now. I have agonized, worried and fretted over the life of this tiny baby and the well-being of his parents. Today this sweet, tiny life made his entrance into the world. All the odds have been against the positive outcome of this life, but this friend of mine has held true to her belief that this baby is going to be okay. This does not mean that she was unaware of the risks, didn't harbor fears of her own, only that her Mommy-sense told her that the heart beating inside of that tiny body was going to make it.
Turns out, she was right. Little Sam is here, weighing in at a mighty 3 pounds, 15 ounces. Small, you say? Nope. That's a monster size for a 30-week old baby that should still be baking away in his mommy's tummy in a perfect world. There were 85% odds that this little guy would have craptastic lungs. Lungs that may not function in the outside world. Turns out that his lungs ARE working. Not perfectly, but that's not expected from a 30-weeker. BUT the doctors think that the lung development is on track for age. Despite the likelihood that they weren't in enough fluid.
This is my miracle for the week. I'm hanging my hat on that, because there have been too many craptastic pieces of news this week. I needed a ray of sunshine. This baby is just that. A long road ahead, but it's a road that has life in it--not a long road of recovery because a cherished child didn't make it.