Today is the six week post surgery date. We have made it through the most critical time without anything major happening.
All I can do is praise Jesus’ sweet name.
As I look back on the last almost four months of Ryder’s life, I am amazed by so many things. I am in awe of how God orchestrated every single detail and came through for us over and over again. I am overwhelmed by the love and support from our family, friends, and total strangers. I am amazed at the prayer warriors who stepped up for us and prayed over us and for us when all we could do was beg God to heal Ryder.
Again, thank you.
When Ryder was in the hospital, we received these beads. Beads of Courage are what they are called. Each bead represents something that Ryder when through during her hospital stay as a congenital heart patient- tough things we want to forget and celebrations alike.
I wanted to do something special in our recent photoshoot that showed off Ryder’s scar. That scar represents so much and I want to always remember what it looked like. Eventually, we will have to search hard to see it and I am so glad for Ryder that it won’t be something she is insecure about, but that scar for us is a sign of a battle that was fought and a battle that we won. It represents the miracle of Ryder’s life.
Today Ryder weighs 11.3 pounds. She is eating 4 oz bottles every 2-3 hours. She is a miracle. Ryder is a walking testimony and I can’t wait to share with her and Rory and whoever will listen how amazing God has been and will continue to be for the rest of my life.
We can also celebrate the end of scooping her to pick her up. It seems like no big deal, but let me tell you, its so hard to remember to not pick her up under her armpits.
Now she can fly again…. this was one of her favorite things I used to do before surgery and when I did it again (only for a second for the picture) she giggled so hard.
When we were waiting to get her vaccinations, a flood of emotions washed over me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent the tears from flowing.
Seven weeks ago was her last well baby checkup and she was not well at all. In fact, her vaccinations and crying from them took so much out of her that she couldn’t gain enough energy to even drink more than half an ounce a time. It was the darkest time of my life- by far the hardest thing I have ever gone through, just watching my precious baby struggle to just eat and breathe. That week we had to make an emergency trip to Dallas and I had my bags packed already because I knew we wouldn’t be coming home until Ryder’s heart was fixed.
Today as we waited for the vaccinations, she cooed and smiled at me while tears poured down my face. Tears of happiness that our journey has been so hard but so sweet. Tears of joy that our baby is finally thriving.
Thank you, Jesus, for saving Ryder and making her a forever testimony to Your great Love and Mercy.
“He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.” – Deuteronomy 10:21