25 weeks

25 weeks. Over halfway there. Some days I’m okay and strong and think I can do this and others I truly feel like I’m dying and that I’m not going to make it. I question everything I’ve ever known and I lose hope. It really is a dance of emotions. If God wasn’t by our side to lead us through this, it’s scary to think where we might be. Deep down I know that he has not only Liam but also Keith and I. We will make it. I’ve never begged for prayers or strength before. And I mean, on my hands and knees begging for him to be present. It is the most humbling thing in the world.

25 weeks of loving a little boy with everything I have. It is a beautiful yet scary thing loving something so much that you’ve been preparing to lose. Many have asked is there any chance Liam could survive… with God, anything is possible, yes. It is already a miracle that we have had 25 weeks with him. I haven’t shared Liam’s condition because I’m not ready and because I didn’t feel the need too. Our family and wonderful Bible believing doctor know deep down that Liam’s miracle is going to be that he is healed and whole in heaven. As a mom, all you want is for your baby to be okay. That is how I sleep at night. Isaiah 41:10 is still my daily anthem and we ask that you pray that for us too.

Pray that God continues to lead us through this dance of emotions and showing us how good he really is. Even in the midst of the greatest heartbreak.

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