But for a few brief moments I got to see his face - slightly ghostly/alien looking with a smooshed appearance in two dimensional black and white. Eyes open. Mouth open and shut. Open and shut.
Amazing that at this point of Bubby's journey, he was here with us on the outside- also alien-kind-of-old-man-looking - hooked up to machines, less than half a pound bigger than Mac2.0 is right now.
So here I sit thinking of Alicia Chole's words from this weekend,
"Do you view time as a gift or a grinch?"It is most certainly a gift.
Each day now is a new day in my pregnancy journey. I have never been twenty nine weeks six days pregnant before. Friday I will be thirty weeks along, and I will celebrate this milestone of me saying throughout this pregnancy, "If we can make it to week thirty..."
Each day 2.0 stays inside is a gift. A gift of development. A gift of weight gain. A gift of the ability to do more and more without medical intervention or assistance. A gift of time.
"For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. ...
All the days ordained for me
were written in Your book
before one of them came to be." (Psalm 139:13 & 16 NIV)
Celebrating on Emily's imperfect prose today.