I hope your preemie is well. I pray for Beth, Bud and Nana, and all of my freeper friends who may be feeling down right now. I am not giving up on Logan. I know you aren't either.
God please hear our prayers. It is so important.
I have never felt so personaly invloved in what was happening in a stranger's life as I do right now. I can only say I feel like Nana , Bud , Beth ,Logan , TC and Brad's Gramma are my family right now. I really feel like I am praying for my family. On one hand it is so strange, on the other hand it is as if I have always known these people. I guess the world can be very small sometimes. I hope it is small enough for Logan to hear me tell him , don't give up. We need you here.
Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
We share each other's woes, Our mutual burdens bear, And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
We are likeminded before the Throne of Grace on behalf of precious Logan, Lord ... in Your hand is the life of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind. In Your mercy, may we know the sweetness that is Logan for many years to come ... please, Jesus ...
My baby fought only some of Logan's battles, certainly not all. She was 32 weeks, but already 4 lbs. 15 oz and 18" inches long. She wasn't due till the first week of January, but I hemmoraghed just a few days before Thanksgiving and we had to do an emergency c-section because I had a 30% abruption of my uterus and the sac was detaching. An injury I sustained earlier in the pregnancy had torn the ligments supporting both sides of my uterus, and under the weight of my advancing pregnancy, it just shredded.
They told us to expect to take her home in January; thankfully, she was with us by the end of November.
By God's grace, she is almost two, 26 lbs., 34" tall, climbs like a monkey and talking up a storm. You would never know she was a preemie.
Logan, if I recall correctly, was only 26 weeks at birth, and weighed significantly less. Those weeks make a HUGE difference. Lung development in critical, and the younger the baby, the less developed they are. Preemie girls tend to be stronger at birth than preemie boys, so it does not surprise me (given these many variables) that Logan is still in the hospital, fighting to come home.
My heart breaks, too, because I know personally that every day can be agonizing. You are charting progress in percents, in fractions of an ounce, in such tiny measures. You call the hospital at midnight, at 3:00 a.m., anytime you aren't there. And you cry...you cry a lot, because you feel so damn helpless and you love that baby so much. I remember even trying to make an insane "bargain" with God, asking Him to take a few years off my own life if it would give my daughter the strength to come home. Maybe He took me up on my offer; I'll know someday, I'm sure.
I'm not giving up on Logan, you are correct. And there is nothing wrong with feeling that ache in your chest. How can one not? Such love, such courage, from one so young, and from those who hold him so dear, would move many hearts.
More prayers on the way! God, give Logan strength! We are pulling for you, little guy!