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Thankful for All the Little Things

Thankful for All the Little Things We know our heavenly Father had these and many other details all planned out for us. Here are some thanksgiving highlights: -He is healthy and growing. He is 5lbs 1oz. -Met him Three years to the day from when we sent in our profile book -We had no sicknesses when we were matched -Van tires had a slow leak and tire place fixed the morning we left -Adoption match fees came in about $1,000 less than expected so we used those for our first trip expenses -Traveling mercies for February -Nurses and doctors at hospital in NICU -Health and protection for Baby -Jan 19 Kate was sick but she recovered quickly before our match -Aunt and Uncle helped watch E on first Friday there -Church in Boise, we had several connections -Ronald McDonald House: free to stay, 1 block from hospital -Good weather in February so we could travel easily across the state -the first month he shared a room with another baby who required the best nurses so Pilgrim was getting the best o...

Meeting Our Son in the NICU

March 4, 2022 Update We walked into the NICU on Friday, February 4 to meet our little boy. We had walked into a hospital before when we adopted our daughter so we were familiar with things. But walking into a hospital is like walking into a strange world. Everyone is dressed in greens and blues, lots of new gadgets that beep, lots of different codes to give to get through, automatic doors that have to be opened from the inside. But everyone is cheerful. People were very kind to us. The NICU is on the second floor. We had to go through a Covid checkpoint at the hospital entrance but it was super easy. Our caseworker was with us. We then rode the elevator up to the second floor. We walked through a long hallway to the NICU. On the walls are lots of pictures of NICU babies who were born early and have now grown up. Each one is a picture of the little tiny baby and the grown up child at 10 years old or 15 years old. They call it the wall of hope. I tried to imagine how small the little ba...

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