Praying and Praying

I apologize I did not put a post up last night. Yesterday was a very trying day, probably one of the hardest so far for Stephanie and Casey (God bless them). Our baby had to be placed on an ECMO machine (see link for description and illustration). My heart and mind cannot agree on how to describe what I felt and saw last night when I went to visit my nephew. My sister and brother-in-law are of a special breed of humans . . . I don't know how they are making it through this and I truely believe that once on the other side of their personal hell they will be super heroes . . . just like the ones their Leo plays with.

ECMO is nothing you want to see a loved one hooked up to, just saying those words "hooked up to" sends a wave a nausea through me. I think Casey put it best when he walked me through the NICU to visit his newborn son . . . as we stood as close to Sullivan as possible (4ft away), Casey said, "I hate and love this machine."

I feel my prayers have now become begging sessions . . . but while begging the Lord to save my nephew, I am overcome with a feeling of peace about the ECMO. I am overcome with a feeling that for some reason, God must take him full circle before he can move forward to a full recovery. Sullivan is learning a very important lesson in life all too early . . . sometimes you must hit rock bottom before you know how to climb your way out. I know I will soon see that child playing in my backyard with the rest of these crazy boys.

Continuing to beg and pray,
Aunt Angie