all about breathing

this post is not meant to be particularly funny or wry but at the craziest times, i have the most ridiculous thoughts and this morning was one of those times.

as you know, our family welcomed a beautiful new little human bean on november 20, 2011. diana wasn't feeling well sunday night and delivered a baby boy about 30 minutes after walking into the hospital. she'd been achy and uncomfortable for days and finally decided she needed to see a doctor. her pregnancy to that point had been relatively uneventful and she and grayson were looking forward to having a baby in late february or early march (february is a short month)

little logan wallace michel arrived 14 weeks early and it's been nothing but bells, whistles, alarms and beeping ever since. he is so tiny and this morning we start counting day 5. we are praying for a miracle every moment and so far heavenly father is watching over the little guy.

yesterday was a tough day. he's losing weight and having a hard time breathing. i'm still kind of holding my breath just thinking about his little chest raising and falling...and just not raising again. it was so hard to watch as the skilled professionals brought him back to life more than once in the last 24 hours.

this morning i woke up on diana's couch and the first thing that i saw was this sign on her bookcase

i laid there for a minute as i tried to process where i was, what i was reading and how it all fit together...

then the thought came to mind, "NOPE! IT'S ALL ABOUT BREATHS!"

breathe on little guy. we love you.

...and i've gotta get rid of that sign