Her grip was tight. It's as if she were saying "Don't worry, Mommy. I'm going to be OK."
This picture was taken about a week ago---when I didn't know what was going to happen to my little girl. I can't begin to describe how painful it is to see your newborn baby girl with breathing tubes in her nose, IVs sticking out of her tiny hands and cords all over her body.
Twelve hours after I gave birth to our Josephine Janice, I finally got to hold our sweet baby girl. I was emotional the first time I saw our other children--Julie and Johnny. But, with Josie, I was completely overwhelmed. To me, she was the most beautiful baby, and I could just feel her sweet and innocent soul. She was perfect.
Josie came home with us yesterday--one week after she was born.
This past week has been the most difficult time--probably in my entire life. I don't think I've ever felt quite so helpless or sad. There's nothing that can compare to leaving your newborn baby at the hospital--not knowing when she might get better.
When we finally brought her home, I felt more thankful and grateful than ever before. Our prayers had been answered. The most amazing Christmas gift.
Life doesn't get much better than this.