Preview of a blog ~Waiting on a miracle in the NICU.

We were surrounded by all these tiny babies, each dealing with its own personal struggle. I remember meeting another dad in the parent’s room of the NICU and him telling me his story of how the doctors were able to save their son and how they would be going home soon. His face was beaming with excitement, relief, and pure joy and there was no holding it back. I forced a smile on my face, because he deserved for me to be happy for him and I was happy for him, but my son was still in his tiny room and he was still slowly dying. Even the tiniest of babies had a glimmer of hope… There was a protocol for them and a plan of action. For my son they had tried every option, but there was no doctor that was going to save him; we were waiting on a miracle.

That miracle never came in the form of healing for my son, he died after almost a month in the NICU. It was tragic and it was hard and my heart still aches. The thing is, I’m aching for something that was never truly mine. My son belonged to God and what he’ll do with my sons short lived life is greater than any plans I had desired. Though I didn’t get my miracle, I did gain a perspective on life that only few will understand.

With that said, "the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."

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