This is the amazing story of our micro preemie, John Craig. He was born on November 30, 2005 at 24 weeks and 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 inches long. John is a true miracle and an inspiration to all that meet him!
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29.11

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Saturday, November 21, 2009

WOW!

Wow, there must be an almost 4 year old in our house!!!

On two different occasions this morning we found John drawing this...

And this...
Music therapy has done wonders for our little man. His amazing therapist has taught him to write his numbers, use complete sentences, sing numerous songs (word for word) and READ sight words. Yes, my 3 year old can read!!!

We are so proud of him...as always!!!!

In addition to our almost 4 year old, we also have an almost 4 month old!!! Seriously, where does time go?

Little Hopa (as John calls her) is doing just as fabulous as her big brother. She has slept through the night numerous times, smiles, coos, and laughs constantly and is just a delight to be around. Oh, and we are pretty certain that she has her Daddy's blue eyes!


The Birtch Home has definitely been blessed!!!!

Stay tuned for another post in the next few days.....because we are heading to Imagination Avenue this afternoon for John's 4th Birthday Party (with 25 of his best friends....wow!)

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Friday, November 06, 2009

Halloween 2009

We had a blast this Halloween! John got the hang of trick or treating and thoroughly enjoyed eating the candy he received!!!

Hope spent the evening sleeping.

Cutest Monkey I have ever seen!


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Thursday, November 05, 2009

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year thousands of mothers will give birth to a premature baby. Did you ever wonder how mothers of preemies are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

“Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew.
“Forest, Majorie, daughter. Patron saint, Ceceila.
“Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint... give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, “Give her a premature baby.”
The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.”

“Exactly, “ smiles God. “Could I give a premature baby a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.”

“But does she have patience?” asks the angel.
“I don’t want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it.

“I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence that are so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I’m going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that’s not going to be easy.”

“But, Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you.”
God smiles, “No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.”

The angel gasps, “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?”
God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child who comes in a less than perfect way. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied.

“She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says ‘Mommy’ for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.

“I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”

“And what about her patron saint?” asks the angel, the pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles. “A mirror will suffice.”

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