It Looks Bad

I cannot breathe.

Things are bad.

The doctor talks about them getting worse.

There is no way to tell how far along in the caronavirus cycle he is.

Or how bad it will get.

His lungs are still bad.

A virus is the very last thing he needed.

We knew that.

We did everything we could think of to keep him healthy.

All of our hands are raw from soap and sanitizer.

We wore masks and stayed away when we had even the slightest of sniffles.

We douse the house in Lysol and Clorox wipes daily.

And yet here we are.

Back in the NICU.

Back on CPAP at 71% oxygen.

Back to talking about about the horrible possibilities.

Back to the pessimistic language.

But we’re in a different hospital.

Away from the people who know us by name.

Away from the nurses and practitioners that know and love him.

Away from the people who helped us survive what at times seemed unsurvivable.

So we embark on a new journey.

With faith in God.

And more love than ever for our beautiful son.

Please pray for us.

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