I still get a little teary-eyed when I mention how close we came to losing Peter. Twice.
I was talking to a coworker in the hall today, after hearing good news that Peter's clubbed foot is doing just fine. I mentioned such that Peter was well and why we're happy for him today, which lead to a reference to the fact that I was glad the trip to Primary Children's Medical Center ended up being so fast easy, since there have been times when it wasn't.
My coworker looked a little confused, so I asked if she knew of Peter's condition. She said no, so I briefly explained. She, curious science-type lady that she is, asked additional questions. The brief but colorful history of Peter was then related.
During the part when I recalled the unknown future Gayle and I considered around two years ago, when we first realized the gravity of Peter's condition but knew nothing of what it might mean, that I may take my son for granted. We knew him not at that point, but wept to think we would never get to know him. We know him so much more now, and I can make myself ache simply by worrying about next summer.
I am so grateful for God's grace in allowing me to know my son. As much as I struggle and question and wonder and think, I cannot deny that Peter's life can only be summed up as miraculous, and I don't have to equivocate whence miracles stem.
I was talking to a coworker in the hall today, after hearing good news that Peter's clubbed foot is doing just fine. I mentioned such that Peter was well and why we're happy for him today, which lead to a reference to the fact that I was glad the trip to Primary Children's Medical Center ended up being so fast easy, since there have been times when it wasn't.
My coworker looked a little confused, so I asked if she knew of Peter's condition. She said no, so I briefly explained. She, curious science-type lady that she is, asked additional questions. The brief but colorful history of Peter was then related.
During the part when I recalled the unknown future Gayle and I considered around two years ago, when we first realized the gravity of Peter's condition but knew nothing of what it might mean, that I may take my son for granted. We knew him not at that point, but wept to think we would never get to know him. We know him so much more now, and I can make myself ache simply by worrying about next summer.
I am so grateful for God's grace in allowing me to know my son. As much as I struggle and question and wonder and think, I cannot deny that Peter's life can only be summed up as miraculous, and I don't have to equivocate whence miracles stem.
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I am in awe almost daily about how blessed Jeff and I are to be able to have a baby. It is amazing.