It was winter.
We were mourning over babies lost, and babies never had,
And then, in a dream, God told me your name. He told me to get ready for you.
And then the phone rang, and there was a baby who was very sick who needed a mommy and daddy who knew how to take care of sick babies.
And then we said yes, because God had already told us you were coming.
And then you came.
And you were so tiny, and I told Isa over the phone how tiny you were, and I sent him a picture, but he still didn’t understand.
And you were so dirty, so I immediately washed you in a warm bath with lavender oil, and I held you in the palm of one hand, and I got some clean clothes out of the closet, but you were so tiny that I didn’t have anything small enough.
And then Isa came home and marveled at how small you were, and how sick you looked.
And then we heard you cry, and we saw the pain that you were in, and we promised to help you heal, and we swaddled you up and held you close.
And I washed you again, because you still smelled like smoke.
And that was the beginning.
And then you got bigger, and stronger, and healthier, and smiley-er, and happier.
And then you amazed everyone with your over-coming spirit.
And then you confused your doctor, so we had to be patient.
And then you started to do things early, not late.
And then you became this beautiful, healthy, strong baby girl.
And then you became ours in our hearts, and we started to believe it might be possible that you might stay.
And then you became ours forever. Well, we are almost there, aren’t we, Bitty Girl? đŸ™‚
God is so faithful.
Blessings!
Hannah
