Brigham Paul was born today with hypo-plastic left heart syndrome. My family has been gathered at the hospital all day sending me updates every few minutes. "her water broke" - "contractions every 5 minutes" - "dilated to an 8" - "she's starting to push"... that last one got me. I felt a sudden wall of nervousness hit me. I think more nervous than I've ever been in my life. I prayed and prayed and prayed and waited for the next news "he's here, he cried" then "he's pink and weighs 7 pounds!" - "they're transporting him to the other hospital, Joe is with him" - "he's in surgery" between texts of updates and photos of him I got "his heart stopped beating, pray hard" followed by worried phone calls and lots of tears. a long 30 minutes later he was stabilized, out of surgery and in the ICU. Now he has to make it through the night...
...you can do it Baby Brigham, you're a fighter, you have so many people rooting for you. And if I never get to meet you, your Aunt Kate and Uncle Landon love you more than you know.