Pressed But Not Crushed

Having a little boy inserted into our lives has made it tiring, challenging and interesting all at the same time. I had a different post that I could have done each day, since the circumstances and situation with Josiah has changed every day, though the tiredness factor superseded my desire to write.

It still in some ways is a little surreal to know that there is a small person that we are responsible for, though obviously very real in how he has affected our lives, as well as thought processes.

It's been a rough week and a half, getting home from the hospital, losing sleep while at the same time this week getting back to work (and trying to catch up). We then dealt with Josiah's bout with some dehydration, which now thankfully he's back on the mend.

The weirdest thing about all this is losing track of what day it is; the tired feeling you get really disorients you in some ways and the fact that I did not make it to church last Sunday didn't help. Routine can help to structure your life and keep you somewhat situated, but a baby comes along and whoa! We're so thankful to have him, though.

I do have to comment how wonderful it has been to have her mother here during all of this, and the support of our church in providing meals for us; God is gracious in the friends He has given. He is faithful, to the uttermost.

Surprise!

So we went in for an ultrasound on Monday, to do a more in-depth ultrasound because the doctor saw something on his VERY low-resolution ultrasound equipment on Friday. We were a little disappointed on Friday because we wanted to go ahead and schedule the C-section because the baby was breech, but he wanted to schedule it on the next visit (which was to be today).

Well...we got into the appointment on Monday and while the ultrasound tech did NOT see what the doctor thought he saw, she did notice the fluid surrounding the baby was VERY low (it was about 3.4 and it should have been around 12 something). So we were not sure what that meant and then the doc comes in and says, we need to take the baby; so we say, "okay, well, he'll have to come this Friday instead of the 19th." Doc says, "no, I mean TODAY." Wha????

So, flash forward to Dan rushing home (while our midwife, thank goodness, stayed with my wife--she was a HUGE blessing and we could not have made it without her) and packing everything, taking the dog to the neighbors, making MANY phone calls to ask for prayer and informing work that he was NOT coming back today.

We had gotten to the hospital for what we thought was going to be a routine ultrasound about 1PM and Josiah was born a little after 9:22PM. He was 8 lbs, 3 oz. and 20 inches long. We're very blessed and beside ourselves with joy.

God has been very faithful to carry us through years of infertility to this point, where we hold our precious Josiah! God's love and mercy are unending; praise His name.

(Thank you all for your continued prayers!)