Moses' story

Moses spent 5 weeks in the NICU after he was born. The NICU is a very sad, hard place to be after you have given birth. You walk into this wing of the hospital and see all these sick babies. Some not so sick, some hooked up to every sort of machinery. Some with parents holding them and visiting. Some who never seemed to have anyone at their bedside. Moms crying. Families holding each other. A very sad place.

For us, it was a place where we got to bond with our son and start this journey of medical treatment that still hasn't ended for him. It seems as though God wants us to have a presence in the medical community of Winston-Salem. It started with me in the hospital and has continued with Moses.

He stayed in the NICU because he was not eating. He just didn't have the energy to eat a bottle. He would only take 10 or so ml in about 30 minutes. For a little perspective, it took him 30 minutes to drink 2 teaspoons. So, he had to have a feeding tube. Many tests, many, many tests were done on him. All of his tests came back negative. His most crucial test was his MRI. God had one of the doctors see more than was actually there and transferred us to the Children's hosptial that is 4 blocks away from our house. This doctor told us that Moses was not going to live very long. He told us that he would not get better. It was the worst day of our life, July 28th. However, what could have been seen as horrible, God meant for good. Moses was transferred to the other hospital because of this. It was at this hospital where he received amazing treatment and got to come home within a week and a half...

To be continued.

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faithgirl9683 said…
You guys are so amazing. Everytime I hear from either you or Dan, I can truly see God working through you guys. I am praying for you guys and little Hudson and I can't wait to meet him at some point! From the pictures, he is a doll!
October 19, 2010 at 11:40 AM
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