|Jonah and his son Nash|
"Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand." - Isaiah 41:10
February 28th was shaping up to be “just another day” for me and my wife Melissa who was 24 weeks pregnant. She told me about a what we thought was a minor little issue that is common with pregnancy, and Me being the extra cautious, soon-to-be Dad I insisted she call her Dr to get some advice. They said it was probably nothing, but if it got worse come in to the ER and let them check it out, and more than likely she would go back home. Well, that night around 1am, we decided to take a trip to get checked out expecting to come right back home to bed. After a day in the hospital on February 29th, Melissa’s water broke. The look on the nurse's face in the room was the telling sign. It was a look of sadness and almost not wanting to admit that it just happened hoping it would change the outcome. The doctor came in and briefed us on the this is what could happen and this may or may not happen super stuff. He told us if my wife didn’t have this baby tonight it would be a miracle. Well, we believe in miracles, and Nash wasn’t born that night. The next day we were transferred to the hospital across town that had a NICU. This is where Melissa would remain on bed rest till our son Nash was ready to be born.
Fast forward two and half weeks, at 3:44 a.m., I received the call that would forever change my life. My wife called crying saying I think I’m in labor. I rushed to the hospital; the feeling was very bittersweet. I thought I should be making this drive with my wife and we shouldn’t be burdened with fear and the unknown. After a labor that went really quickly, at 1:10 p.m., on March the 4, 2012, weighing 1 pound and 14 ounces, the most handsome, wonderful little boy the world has ever known made his appearance. It was a proud moment for me as a Dad, yet a very scared moment as the thoughts of all the what-if’s or could - be’s ran through my head. A couple hours later I was allowed back to the NICU to see him. I remember the helpless feeling I had as I saw my son who shouldn’t be in this world yet fight for life with every little ounce of his being. I stood there racked with fear and guilt that I couldn’t do one thing to help him. This was the first of many times I would feel these feelings. He had tubes coming out of just about every hole, this awful blue light on him, a machine that sounded like a helicopter was helping him breathe. I learned that it's ok to be afraid, and I learned to lean on God more than I’d ever had to in my whole life. I prayed over my son and I gave him back to the One who created him. As I looked at that frail little body, I knew everything would be ok. I knew we had some tough hills to climb but, I had faith that God was in total control of this and His word will not return unto Him void. We have seen many miracles along this journey and I look forward to sharing those with you.