After months of writing emails to friends, family, and complete strangers who have been praying for you and anxious to hear any updates on your life, it finally occurred to your old Aunt to put these stories of yours into a journal, a place where we can document God's goodness and faithfulness and we can also do fun things like post pictures, and catalog the loving comments and prayers that so many send back in response to your journey. Why she didn't think of this before she's not sure, but better late than never, right kid-o?
I want to start out this journal by letting you know how much I love you, and how loved you are by so many, so many who don't even know your mom and dad, so many who don't even know me! When people hear your story, of what a little fighter you are, and of God's recurring goodness in intervening in your life, they are touched and feel compelled to pray for you, and are so excited to hear updates on your progress. There are whole hosts of people that have been touched by your life, and that in itself is a miracle, just as you are. Someday I pray we'll sit down and look over this blog together. You can sit on your aunt's knee and we'll look over the stories,and the pictures, and the prayers, and you'll know an important part of your life story that so many have been privileged to be a part of, most especially your Aunt Nikki.
So, Devon, let me tell you your story from your Aunt's perspective (I'm sure you're going to hear it a million times from everyone else, but here's your Aunt Nikki's scoop). Your mom called me around Christmas time of 2007 to tell me that she was expecting a baby, and that she and your dad, Ron, were both overjoyed. And so was I! An aunt! I was totally excited and started thinking already of the myriad of ways I could spoil you rotten (this is, after all, an aunt' prerogative, unlike a mother who has to be all responsible and measured and what have you). I started buying baby clothes almost right away, and even picked up some nice books for you at a garage sale. I looked forward to reading them to you.
I was concerned when I got the call from your Grandma after your mom's first ultrasound and she told me that you had been diagnosed with gastroschysis. Your grandmother told me, and I then looked it up and researched it myself, that gastroschysis is when a baby's intestines develop outside of the body in the mother's womb. That sounded like some scary stuff to be honest, but then I read how so many babies are born with gastroschysis today, and how many of them go on to live healthy, happy lives. So I was encouraged by those statistics, and beyond that I knew that I serve a loving God, a God of miracles, who could be prayed to and entrusted with the life of a little one He created. And so right away your Aunt Nikki got to spreading the word about her nephew Devon (they had already chosen your name!) and the prayers needed for this special pregnancy.
The doctors watched you very closely and in early July 2008 they decided that you needed to be delivered, even though you were nearly 2 months premature, because they were concerned about how your intestines were developing. We were obviously concerned, but again we were praying and trusting that all would be well. There was so much prayer for you, little guy, people showed up in large numbers at your Aunt Sheila's church just to pray for you, folks states away that didn't even know your mom and dad. One group of ladies even made you a quilt, stitched together with love and prayer. Here's a picture of your mom with the quilt at your baby shower:
Here are some pictures of your mom and dad as they prepare for your delivery:
You came to us on July 10, 2008. I was there at the hospital, along with your mom, dad, and grandparents, and we praised God when you were born and your lungs were working well, and the surgeon reported that there was no visible damage to the intestines, and that you were strong and doing well. I was overwhelmed with joy to get to meet you for the first time, here are some pictures of your first day on the planet:
It's been a journey since them, little man. You've had some admittedly scary ups and downs. You retianed fluid and were swollen for weeks after your surgeries, and your breathing hasn't always been perfect. You have had jaundice from the artificial nutrition that the doctors had to give you while you were adjusting to the real food babies are supposed to have. And, most scary of all, there have been times when your bowels have seized up, and stopped processing food all together, and one instance was bad enough that you were transferred to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. I got to come down and visit you there, once you got stabilized and were doing much better, and here are some pictures of our wonderful visit together:
And that's where you are today. They have been a great hospital, very good to you and your mom and dad, and you are being so strong and brave and facing all of your treatments and procedures like a champ. Your intestines are doing great, you're eating as much as any other newborn would eat, and you're growing and getting stronger every day. The only thing that is holding you back right now from coming home with your mom and dad is your acid reflux. So today, possible right now as I type this, you are undergoing yet another surgery, my brave little boy. They are taking a part of your stomach and creating a new opening for your esophagus, so you won't have any more acid reflux. Your mom and dad are concerned, surgeries are never fun and always come with risk, but the doctors assure them that all will be well and this will allow you to get better and stronger so you can finally come home.
There is so much prayer behind you, Devon, and so much love. We all love you, but more than that, your Heavenly Father loves you, He knit you in your mother's womb and while we may see the imperfections of anatomy, He sees only the perfection of how He made you, and He knows the plans He has in store for you. I am excited to see those plans unfold, in the days, weeks, months, and years to come. I love you, Devon, and your Aunt Nikki looks forward to chronically your journey for all who love you, and even more importantly, for you!
Your loving Aunt,
Nikki