Hope

Twenty-one weeks pregnant.

I glanced at the calendar yesterday and then flipped back to April. My eyes landed on April 21st. It read "ultrasound 4:00." How excited I'd been for that day to come. Now I wish I could go back to the day before. Kyle's birthday actually. It was a fun day. The weather was beautiful and sunny. Kyle and Jacob were both excited. We played outside most of the day and then had fun at Kyle's party with his friends. I went to sleep that night in anticipation, excited to learn the future dynamics of our family- would we raise another boy or be surprised to learn we were having a girl. How could I have known the plans we were making would all change.

Mel keeps saying not to give up hope. I totally agree, but it's easier said than done when the doctor doesn't leave much room for hope in his diagnosis. I've read a few stories online where parents were given a prognosis of lethal skeletal dysplasia and their babies were born with a milder form that was compatible with life called Achondroplasia. Here is the blog from one family.

We see the perinatalogist again on Monday and they will do another ultrasound. Please pray for healing, a miracle, a less severe condition- whatever God's will is for little Nathaniel. We believe and know God can and does perform miracles.