
It's hard to believe, but tomorrow will be five years from the birth of our son, Jonathan. He was only 24.5 weeks along. He wasn't due until March. Five years ago tonight I was in the hospital suddenly on
bed rest. The doctors hoped to keep him inside me for as long as possible. One day was all that was possible. I hated my one day of
bed rest. It was horrible with all the medicines they were giving me, the fear that was involved, and doctors and nurses prodding me every few minutes. How was I supposed to rest?!
Well, on the evening of the 23rd, the doctors realized they had to do an emergency c-section. My poor sister, who was 38 weeks pregnant at the time, was at the hospital with me. I would not let her leave my side. She was so good about that. My husband had gone home to try to get a little sleep. My sister called my parents and my husband and they all hurried down to the hospital. Thankfully, my sister and the nurse were able to hold the doctors off until my husband got there. I was so scared. The doctor had told me that babies born that premature have a 50% chance of living (which means they also have a 50% chance of dying). I was not ready to have a baby!!! I had to sign an form to allow the c-section. I didn't want to sign it, but they convinced me that if our son was born naturally, he could die in the birth canal. This was not a fun place to be in. My husband finally arrived and they rushed me into the delivery room. I am forever glad that he was able to experience that moment with me. It wasn't like any birthing experience I had anticipated. The room was quiet. The doctors didn't announce if it was a boy or a girl. The doctors didn't even tell us if he was alive. I finally asked my husband if he was alive. He saw his little leg kick out and he knew he was alive. The doctors and nurses quickly took him off to the NICU, where he spent the next eight weeks of his life.
After I got out of recovery, they wheeled me in to see our tiny baby. He was only 1 pound, 7 ounces, and 12 inches long. Tiny, but perfect. He had all his body parts...tiny fingers, and toes, eyelashes, fingernails, and hair. Everything was all there, but it was all so miniature, very miniature. Amazingly, he already resembled his daddy. (As I write this, I am beginning to cry just thinking of it.) His build was so much like his daddy - tall and lanky (if it's possible to be "tall" at 12 inches long!), with feet and hands that looked like him. Amazing how God makes babies so perfect. Having Jonathan so early was like a look inside the womb, to see what a baby looks like at 24 weeks. The thing that is still hard for me to believe, is that someone is allowed to have an abortion at 23 weeks, and 6 days. Jonathan was four days past that point and he was very much alive with a desire to live and a stubborn steak (as the nurses said!).
Jonathan lived 56 days on this earth, during which it was a difficult little life for him. He had three surgeries (one which was a "fix-it" surgery to fix the first one done incorrectly), medicines out the window, lots of I.V.s, organs shutting down, and finally a staph infection that bloated him and shut down his whole system.
Those were also the hardest days of our lives. We were there with our son. Our family was there with our son and with us. We were there when he passed from this earth into the arms of our Heavenly Father. My parents and my in-laws were also there. I am so glad t

hat we were all able to be there. A parent never plans to bury their child, especially their baby.
It has been a hard journey. Some have asked "WHY did God even allow him to be born?" "Why did God allow him to live for 56 days?" "Why did God take him?" It hasn't been easy. Not one person in our family would say it has been. We've been mad at God, and we let Him know it. We've grieved, we've cried, we've questioned God. YET, through it all God has held us and sustained us and has carried us on His arms. He is big enough to handle it all. We have come to a place to trust in the Sovereignty of God. He has a bigger plan and a purpose, for our lives, and for Jonathan's life - than we can ever see on this earth. We know that Jonathan's life was not without purpose. His life is meaningful and has purpose. We know that God has used him to have the body of Christ praying. There were people - literally - all over the world praying for him and us. Amazing. God has used his life to touch others and to help them to go through hard times. I hope, too, that God will use his life to help some women to make the right decision in regards to the child that she is carrying, whether she keeps the child or gives the child up for adoption.
Jonathan was special to us. He always will be. No matter that we are different and our lives will never be the same, we are thankful for the 56 days that God allowed us to have with our little miracle baby. Jonathan will forever be in our hearts.