Ramona Mae

This is what a whack job grief makes you. When Andy and I lost our first pregnancy I remember thinking, “If I hadn’t been so concerned about the pregnancy and gone to the doctor so early, if I’d have demonstrated a little faith, this wouldn’t have happened”. And today, while holding our little Ramona I thought, “I bet she was fine before. If I hadn’t taken her to the doctor so many times, if I hadn’t scheduled that echo-cardiogram, they wouldn’t have found this problem and her heart would have been fine. God is trying to teach me something about worrying.”
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Many thanks to those of you who have volunteered to sit up with Ramona overnight! Your love for Ramona and family has been so encouraging. Unfortunately, the hospital is now informing us that only parents can stay with Ramona overnight, so we need to scrap our earlier plan. Thanks, though!

Our little Mona Mae is a wonder. I remember the first time the doctors did rounds the morning after her surgery. They spoke in hushed tones, they were serious, they were soothing. This morning they just marched right in and started teasing each other and the nurse, making comments about Ramona’s progress like “awesome!”, “fantastic!” and “amazing!”. (more…)