Caleb

I wish I had a new picture. I have a new one in my mind. It's a picture of a precious little boy in a hospital bassinet. He's off all breathing support- the ventillator is gone, the baby CPAP is gone. He breathes on his own. He has little monitors attached to his chest, to make sure he keeps breathing, but he's doing great. He still has a feeding tube. He is back to birth weight as of yesterday, so he's growing. It's been up and down, but generally, up. He is learning to suck. They put a purple pacifier in his mouth when they give him his food so he associates food with sucking. He loves Shonna and Blake to hold him and sing to him and rub his little head. He hates it when they put him down to leave. He cries. It breaks my heart. I often wake up at night and think of him in his little lonely bed and pray for him to feel peace and the love of all of us who are so far away, and yet love him so very much. I pray for his parents who are dealing with all of this with such grace and love. I pray for the nurses who care for him that they'll do their job perfectly and meet not only his physical, but his emotional needs as well. I pray for his doctors that they'll make right decisions for his care. I thank Him for you and your prayers and your support. We really do appreciate your caring concern. I think when all this is over that I'll sign up with my local hospital to be a NICU grandma who just holds and loves sick babies. I sure wish I could hold and love ours. I love you, baby Caleb!