We were honored to attend the Pregnancy Care Center's yearly banquet/fundraiser. What an amazing organization. It made me think about life. LIFE. It made me remember each of my precious blessings. It especially made me consider that day...it was the day after we'd been given all the information about our precious Lillian. All of the doomsday reports of her poor health and unlikely survival. Hearing all that distressing prognosis left us spinning. When the doctor said she would be categorized as moderately to severely mentally retarded, I don't think it hit me quite like when he said she would likely not survive and we should tell our other children immediately. It was so much more than I could comprehend. The next day as he came by her bedside and asked me if we were still all set with the "plan" to move ahead with a trach, I remember saying, yes of course...IF they were sure that what we really needed for her. He stopped and said, well....there is one option we didn't discuss. I remember looking at him quizzically, wondering what other option there might be. His next response , well, we could do nothing at all. That would have been a death sentence for our angel. I immediately shook my head. No way. Our daughter was not hopeless, she had a chance at living and we would choose that for her. It is a strange thing to think I could have made the choice to turn off my daughter's life support and let her go.
So thankful God continues to sustain her life and bring us joy and love each and every day.