(This post is part 2 of my son’s battle with meningitis).
New hospital, same story.
Hour after hour, day after day, I smiled at Ethan, I tried to tickle him. I blew bubbles and played with puppets. All the while I pleaded–
“Please come back to me, buddy. Just one smile? Can you laugh?” Read more »
It has been almost five years since this happened–an event that changed my life forever. This is a story of faith, or how I learned to trust God enough to let His will be done, no matter what it meant for me.
September 19, 2010–A story of faith
My one-year-old looked like a corpse–his limbs as lifeless as a man on his deathbed. I paced our living room as Dr. Gilson, a chiropractor from church held the stethoscope to his chest.
This couldn’t be happening. Read more »
My wife is now the toughest person I know.
And the best.
It’s been nearly nine years since our first was born. My wife, under the influence of au naturale birthing advocates, thought she’d attempt to do an unmedicated birth.
Here’s the thing–you don’t “think” about doing an unmedicated birth. In the words of the great philosopher Yoda–“Think not. Do, or do not. There is no think.”
You have to be committed to that beast. Read more »