So how am I doing…

So how am I doing…well I cried a lot for the first few days. I’ve had trouble sleeping. But considering all of the stress that I’ve been under lately, I guess I’m doing pretty well. Most days, Katelyn keeps me so busy I don’t have a lot of extra time to obsess over the things in my life that I can’t control.


Right now one of my concerns is going to my next ultrasound appointment on December 28th. Our last appointment was so horrible; I’m terrified that the technician or specialist is going to find something else wrong with the baby. After our ultrasound, we will have a consultation with one of the doctors who is responsible for caring for the baby after her birth. We also will have a tour of the neo-natal unit. The average hospital stay for this condition is 6 weeks. We have definitely entered a whole new world of children’s health (specialists, surgeons, hospital tours, etc.).

The other day I was sitting in the Albertson’s parking lot when I saw these two sisters walk by. They were probably about 8 and 10 years old. They looked nearly identical except for one was a head shorter than the other. They were laughing and talking. I couldn’t help but wonder if Katelyn would ever have the same experience with her sister.

Last Friday, I went to Bryan’s company’s Christmas party. The office manager for the Boise branch ended up sitting next to me. He is a man in his 60s with a fascinating life story. He was a juvenile delinquent who got caught stealing cars. He ended up joining the Marines. He was a POW during the Vietnam War. He ended up escaping and made his way through China…crossing rivers, jungles, etc. He was newly married and his wife was pregnant with their daughter when he found out he had cancer. After going through years of treatment, he was able to beat the disease. The man sitting next to Bryan was also a cancer survivor. Earlier this year, the doctors gave him about a 10% chance of surviving. I couldn’t help but think if these two men could beat the odds maybe our daughter can make it too. Maybe someday she can tell her story to others.

About a week and a half ago, I was sitting in church when I felt like the sermon was meant specifically for me. The message was on prayer and specifically on the importance of persistent praying. The pastor retold the story from the Bible that talks about an unfair judge who granted a woman her request simply because she kept asking. He went on to talk about how if even this unjust judge would do the right thing, how much more likely your heavenly father is to listen and help answer your requests. He also made references to how Jesus loved the little children and reprimanded those who tried to keep them away from him. During the sermon, I kept feeling our daughter kicking. I know God cares for her. I hope others will continue to unite with us in praying for her health and survival.