I was trying to eat a quick lunch before needing to head out for an Elijah doctor appointment. I'd eaten about half of my sandwich when I realized that Elijah was being much too quiet. I can usually keep an ear (if not always an eye) on him by listening to him play with his noisy toys. The house had become silent, which usually means trouble. Right?
I walked into the next room to find little man sleeping peacefully in the sunlight, something I remember doing as a kid. This is not the typical behavior from our active little guy. I stood and watched him for a moment, soaking in his cuteness and savoring the moment.
This is a story of overcoming the odds, putting trust in God, and the miracle of prayer. Our son, Elijah, was born in August of 2007. As a result of the oxygen deprivation that occured during his birth he spent his first three (agonizing) weeks in the hospital. When he was seven days old, we were told that Elijah had "severe brain damage" on both sides of his brain. At that moment we entered Elijahland and we've been here ever since. We're learning to live with the diagnoses Elijah has started to accumulate, but mostly we're grateful that God chose us to be his parents. It is truly a privilege to live in Elijahland with our handsome boy. Thanks for visiting.