Welcome Home, Little Ahava!
We are home!
We are disoriented, tired, battle-weary, and shell-shocked. But, we are home.
We are on fairly strict isolation for Micah's health, still getting used to having her on oxygen, tired (did I say that already?), and unable to adequately repay and/or thank all of those who continue to bless us. But, we are home.
We took a lot of pictures of us leaving the hospital, but I left the flash drive at Great-Uncle Jerry and Great Aunt Vicki's house when we got Gracey. We had been using their small digital camera while we were at the hospital. (By the way, Aunt is pronounced awnt not ant in our family because Olivia grew up in Massachusetts and I've grown to like it. I guess it sounds more official.) When we left, Olivia even got to carry Micah out in a wheelchair, just like she would have if she'd just delivered. She was so excited! But, like I said, I left those photos in Fort Worth. So, I'm going to see what I can find on our phones.
Thank you again for your continued prayer support. Micah's first pediatric appointment went well. She has another in two weeks. Her first eye exam is tomorrow. Her first pulmonary appointment is early next month. She will have regular appointments for months and months, but they will become part of our routine, sort of like getting a hair cut (yes, bald guys get haircuts!) or washing the car (bald guys don't necessarily do this very often). Her appointments will be sort of like that, only more important.
Note to married couples (if you haven't been there): This journey has been hard! It's like climbing a mountain, wrestling a hungry bear for the last trout in the river, and chiseling a canoe out of stone to take on a class 5 rapid, all with 3 fingers from your right hand tied into your shoelaces and a burlap gag tied too tightly across your mouth.
On second thought, scratch that whole image. This journey has been much harder than that! Olivia and I have had to ask the Lord, and each other, for a lot of grace. We have gone through the battle and will probably be in recovery for months. But (if you have been there) even bringing a newborn home under regular circumstances apparently feels about the same, so I guess we'll just keep praying, remember that the battle is not against flesh and blood (Thanks, dear friends!), and make it work.
The point is: We are home!
We are disoriented, tired, battle-weary, and shell-shocked. But, we are home.
We are on fairly strict isolation for Micah's health, still getting used to having her on oxygen, tired (did I say that already?), and unable to adequately repay and/or thank all of those who continue to bless us. But, we are home.
We took a lot of pictures of us leaving the hospital, but I left the flash drive at Great-Uncle Jerry and Great Aunt Vicki's house when we got Gracey. We had been using their small digital camera while we were at the hospital. (By the way, Aunt is pronounced awnt not ant in our family because Olivia grew up in Massachusetts and I've grown to like it. I guess it sounds more official.) When we left, Olivia even got to carry Micah out in a wheelchair, just like she would have if she'd just delivered. She was so excited! But, like I said, I left those photos in Fort Worth. So, I'm going to see what I can find on our phones.
Thank you again for your continued prayer support. Micah's first pediatric appointment went well. She has another in two weeks. Her first eye exam is tomorrow. Her first pulmonary appointment is early next month. She will have regular appointments for months and months, but they will become part of our routine, sort of like getting a hair cut (yes, bald guys get haircuts!) or washing the car (bald guys don't necessarily do this very often). Her appointments will be sort of like that, only more important.
Note to married couples (if you haven't been there): This journey has been hard! It's like climbing a mountain, wrestling a hungry bear for the last trout in the river, and chiseling a canoe out of stone to take on a class 5 rapid, all with 3 fingers from your right hand tied into your shoelaces and a burlap gag tied too tightly across your mouth.
On second thought, scratch that whole image. This journey has been much harder than that! Olivia and I have had to ask the Lord, and each other, for a lot of grace. We have gone through the battle and will probably be in recovery for months. But (if you have been there) even bringing a newborn home under regular circumstances apparently feels about the same, so I guess we'll just keep praying, remember that the battle is not against flesh and blood (Thanks, dear friends!), and make it work.
The point is: We are home!
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| Today's the day! |
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| Cuteness, Redefined |
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| Safe in Mama's Arms (For Keeps!) |
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| So, when do I get to drive? |
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| Welcome Home, Micah Ahava Elise! |
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| This is your bed. |
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| This is your chair. |
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| Tired? Yes, very. Happy? Absolutely! |
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| Contentment |
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