Micah and I left the hospital on 11-17-14. “You left the hospital? What were you thinking?” Well, we are having to make impossible decisions. It’s horrible. So the impossible decision that we made is to wait until week 25 to resuscitate our baby *if* I go into labor. On Tuesday, the 18th, I was only 24 weeks. One week until the 25 number. That number is when there is more hope. There is viability. There is less, much less danger to momma. We have six other children to think about. I have my best friend, my husband to think about. My family needs me. Impossible. So impossible.
So it’s been 10 days since that fateful day when my water broke and I felt like my heart was shattering. 10 days more than the doctors thought I had. Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not imagine, not wonder, not obsess. Just breath and have faith that everything will work out for the best. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Here are a couple if verses that I’m praying over:
Proverbs 3: 5-6
Trust in The Lord with all our heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
Mark 9: 23
And Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”