It's Going to Be Fine

Thanks to the faith of a six-year-old little boy we found out a few weeks ago that Roman's prayed-for little brother is coming down from the universe to join our family in January.

Probably because my faith isn't as strong as a child's and certainly because of the experiences we've been through, it has been a nerve-racking ride up to this point with me wondering and worrying every step of the way. I've been so thankful for the daily prayers of my children for their growing baby sibling and their (growing) mother.

Things are finally beginning to change within me. More than just literally. We invited Melody to the ultrasound with us when we went. She was with me at the ultrasound with River when we found out he was gone and we wanted her to experience the joy of seeing a miracle at work. When we saw our little baby squirming and moving around, the light in her eyes was a memory worth sharing. Watching the little beating heart, the waving hands, the kicking feet--it was priceless. And even though ultrasounds can seem pretty commonplace for a family whose experienced so many, this one was especially remarkable for us.

There he was, our precious prayed-for baby boy. Alive. Awake. Amazing. All of my fear and pain and worry washed away in that moment. Looking at that little life inside of me, I knew right then and there that no matter what happened-- it was going to be just Fine.