My triplets were born VERY EARLY. They were due December 2, 2001, and were born August 25, 2001. That was 15 weeks they should have been in me, growing and being protected. Instead they faced the world WAY too early. There were (and sometimes still are) a lot of bad consequences of that extreme prematurity. One of the things was called Intraventricular Hemmorage, or IVH or Brain Bleed. It’s where blood gets into the brain and blocks up things. It’s BAD. Bennett had a Grade II, which was, thank God, no big deal. But Ethan and Laura both had Grade IV, which is the worst.
They were born on a Saturday. On Wednesday, I was planning Connor’s funeral. Yes, that sucked. In the midst of calls to the funeral home and cemetary, one of the neonatologist calls. I’ll call him Dr. A. Dr. A was extremely serious. They had done ultrasounds on all the kids’ brains and he needed to explain to me the seriousness of their findings. I took notes. I found the notebook today (in the midst of cleaning up/out my desk).
He explained the different grades, and who had which one. The most positive he would be with Laura and Ethan was: A lot of Grade IV brain bleed babies do better than he thought they would. Yes, that’s it. The worst-case scenario: cannot walk, limited ability to learn, unable to grow up to be independent.
The conversation went downhill from there.
He was the “most concerned” about Laura. Her lungs were very injured wtih BPD or Broncho-Pulminary Displasia. (Chronic Lung Disease). She has cysts on her lungs, which were evidence of damage. Asthma would probably be in our future. Her brain bleed was the worst.
Fast forward Seven years to the current Laura, who runs and plays and reads ABOVE grade level and sings beautifully WITH NO ASTHMA.
None of my children have asthma. Not even Ethan, who had lungs so bad that Jim one day told him if it was too hard, it was ok to let go. They talked about heroic measures, although it never became necessary.
If that isn’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.
I’m In tears with thankfulness over the amazing miracle that my children are. And so grateful that I kept that notebook as a testimony of how powerful our God is.