I have a new nephew named Jack. He’s beautiful. He has a full head of dark hair (not quite as dark as his sister’s, but still fairly dark.) In almost every way, he is so blessedly, beautifully normal. He cries like a newborn, nurses like a pro, makes little squeaking noises when he sleeps, wiggles and squirms – does all the things a newborn is supposed to do.
There is still no real news about the tumour (or whatever its technical name is) on his back, but the size of it is much smaller than I expected from having seen it on the ultrasound. And it doesn’t seem to be alarming the doctors too much, because for the most part, he is being treated like a healthy newborn, spending much of today in his mommy’s room, being passed from arm to loving arm of his mom, dad, sister, grandma, auntie, uncle, cousins, and friend.
Tomorrow some time, J-L will probably get a chance to post over at Jack’s blog, and you can hear about it from the proud daddy’s perspective, but as the proud auntie, let me just say that I feel so incredibly blessed today.
As I drove home from the hospital, I listened to Sara Groves sing “hope has a way of turning its face to you just when you least expect it”, and I wept, because after weeks of not knowing what today would bring, this feels alot like hope.