Patience

What a gorgeous day today was!  

Anyway, while David and Andrew were napping and Chris was letting Joshua help mow the lawn (which he found fun today, I'm thinking not so much when he's older), I headed to the hospital to see Phoebe. I have a cold, so I didn't take her out of her incubator. I just sat by her bedside and talked with her nurse. She's doing OK; she had three bradys today, which is high for her lately, but otherwise she's doing well. Her nurses are slowly getting her adjusted to eating by bottle and gradually decreasing the temperature of her bed so she has to maintain her own body temperature. As much as we want her to do all these things right away so she can come home, it's better for her to go slowly and let her set the pace. That way she won't get overstressed and risk setbacks. And this approach seems to be working well for her: she's now up to 4 lbs 5 oz! She is almost a whole pound heavier than her birth weight!


Our little angel

We don't know when Phoebe will come home. It all depends on how she does the next couple weeks with bottles and body temp. And she won't be discharged if she's had a brady within 7 days. So we are just praying for her to be ready to join her family in God's perfect timing. And if that could happen by Christmas, that would be awesome. :-)

When we were praying tonight, Joshua said something in his prayer that has stayed on my mind. He said, "God, if Phoebe isn't able to come home in time for Christmas presents, please let her get to do something even better."  I think what struck me so much about that is the wisdom in it. Sometimes, the absolute best thing I can imagine pales in comparison to God's plan. So while what I really want is for Phoebe's Christmas presence, what I most want is for her to receive the best God has planned for her.