100 Days

I can't believe it's been one hundred days since we embarked on this daunting task the Lord set before us. In order to commemorate this milestone in Grace's life I have written a poem!

Hundred Day Journey

Beneath the glow of the O.R. light.

We heard your cry, so clear, so bright.

Way too early, to God we did implore.

So tiny, so fierce; our hearts she tore.

One hundred days, a sacred fight,

Living the NICU life, day and night.

Our daughter born too soon, too small,

At twenty-four weeks, grace through it all.

Not how we dreamed this path would start,

Yet love grew deep within our heart.

Each beep and breath, each tear and prayer,

God met us in the waiting there.

From trembling hands to a hopeful heart,

We watched our girl being set apart.

Now thirty-eight weeks, two days old,

A story of miracles boldly told.

Miracles; daily, quiet, true,

In every cry and heartbeat new.

Through sleepless nights and fear so wide,

God did faithfully stand by our side.

The darkest days, yet filled with grace,

A journey we would not replace.

Not what we planned, yet looking back,

We see His mercy through every crack.

We’ve walked through shadows, faced our fears,

With humble prayers and silent tears.

But faith held firm, though hearts would ache,

God’s steady hand in every break.

Oh Grace, your name, so rightly given,

A reminder of our Saviour who has risen

Each breath a battle, each cry a win,

Each morning dawned new hope within.

This journey, ours; so raw, so true,

A story written, Grace, just for you.

And Appa and I, hand in hand,

Walked a road only God could have planned.

Through it all, God’s presence stayed,

In every breath, each prayer we prayed.

A miracle whispered day by day;

His faithful love the only way.

So here we stand, hearts open wide,

Forever changed by this wild ride.

Not what we dreamed, yet now we see

God's beauty through what came to be.

With Love,

Mom