The Real Story

I have neglected this blog. Terribly, terribly neglected it. I was in denial. I admit it. I wanted to tell you our story, and I wanted it to have been ended happily when I told it. I don't know the ending yet, but it bears telling.

For those of you who do not know, in July we were blessed with the most beautiful, incredible baby girl. I remember the dr. holding her up and the first time I laid eyes on her chubby, newborn body I was in awe. She took my breath away. She completed our family.

When I took her to her 4 mo. check up her pediatrician noticed something off about her eyes. She sent me to a pediatric opthamologist and she was diagnosed with congenital glaucoma. Within 3 days she had her first surgery. Since then she has had a total of 5, with more on the horizon. I hate the surgeries. I hate handing her over to be operated on. I hate kissing her one last time and walking away. I hate the intolerable wait in the waiting area until I can hold her again. I hate the feeling in the pit of my stomach when the surgeon comes out to tell me the news. I hate seeing her bloody eyes when she opens them. I hate knowing that she is in pain. Most of all, I hate that I cannot take it from her.

We cling to the knowlege that we belong to a God Who is very real in our lives. I believe in His love for us. During this time of walking down a painful road, we have seen many rainbows through our tears. And at the end of the day, we count our blessings. We are so thankful for this ray of sunshine God has blessed our lives with.