He Smiles in the Storm.

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He Smiles in the Storm. 







When our beautiful, amazing, medically complicated son with an unknown syndrome was born, he was immediately hurled into a storm. We knew he was sick, were told he would die and when he literally started "dying inside of my womb" he was thrusted out via C-section, taken to the cold, metal exam table in a specialty hospital miles away from our home. Dozens of NICU nurses, doctors and staff crowed around him to "assess" his physical status and told his father we couldn't see him until they "knew what exactly they were dealing with". They allowed me to kiss his face while I was still strapped down to the surgery table and whisked him away. 
Once they had him all "suited up" in his isolate for transport via helicopter to Children's, they wheeled him into my room, my husband and I got to touch his little plastic box and say goodbye.....
He was born into a storm. He new nothing but the four walls of his hospital room, 30 minutes per day of parental holding, needles, tests and pokes for almost
6 weeks. After he was discharged the storm turned to a light rain for awhile while he was tested, poked, prodded, weighed, force fed and drug back and forth to Children's. 
Through the (almost) 4 short years of his life, it never stopped storming and he never stopped smiling. He smiled through 10 surgeries, 7 other anesthetic procedures, endless genetic testing, endless IVs, tests, hospital stays and on and on. His peace is super natural.
A peace that could only come from God and passes a tremendous amount of our "own understanding". He glows, really because he was chosen to be a light in the dark, a smile in a storm. He is a gift of true grace.❤️







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