Remembering…

This is from my dear friend Kristi… thank you is not even enough but I love you and appreciate you a ton.  Thank you for all you did during the roughest of times, throughout this year, and also being able to celebrate with us as well!! You are special!  And again, these notes were so helpful for me puttin all the pieces together, and seeing God at work.

The Saturday that everything started… my mom was in town and we went by to see you. My mom wanted to take you some gifts. When we were there, you told us you weren’t feeling well. You said that you called the doctor and he told you to just take a bath and relax. Later that night, I texted you to see how you were feeling and never heard back. About an hour later, I had a text from Allen that told me you were in the hospital and you were in pre-term labor. I called Allen and asked if it would be OK for me to come up there or if I should stay home. Courtney Gibson called shortly after and so she came to pick my mom and me to head up to the hospital. I don’t remember if I got to see you that night or not. I remember staying til very late and they were saying that everything looked OK. Then, Sunday came. I spent most of the day at the hospital. By then, your mom was there and lots of family/friends were going through the room. So, I mostly sat in the waiting room and prayed. I got to spend some time with you and you were pretty much upside down (literally!) The next day, I had a text when I woke up from Brandon that said that Baby A had died. I drove straight to the hospital. I stayed there most of the day. I got to hold the baby. He was beautiful and had your nose. I cried with your mom as we talked about how we didn’t know what we would do if you had to do this 5 other times. The rest of the week is pretty much a whirlwind, honestly. I mostly remember being so ready for Brandon to come home from DC… praying with people from Midtown… waking up as early as I could get up to pray for your body and your babies. I remember these things from the week (nothing is in any sort of order… it was mostly a whirlwind, so here are things that stick out to me):

Denise bringing bagels and coffee every morning, you wanting your hair washed, us holding freezing cold ice water rags on your body, your mom caring for you, Allen being strong for you, Midtown praying at the front entrance, the babies and how tiny they were but how they already had your nose (every one of them!), your comment “I still love God”, ‘Where, O death is your victory? The sting of death is sin and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.’ 1 Cor 15, the many, many, many calls, updating the blog, reading the beautiful words of your friends and family, holding your hand as you slept, reading the Word to you after the last babies died, watching your strength unfold, seeing tears of our family as we mourned the loss of the 6 on Friday, seeing your strength as you went to the service before the procedure you had to have.

Our Father’s strength is in you. Thankfully, you have let His strength guide you through all of this. I think we can both agree it would be a different world without His steady pushing and prodding in your heart over the past year while dealing, struggling, crying, and grieving. Praise be to Him for holding you and loving you unconditionally.

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