Yes, I still believe in miracles. I'm an eternal optimist at heart. I make wishes on pennies I find on the sidewalk (whether or not they're heads up). I throw salt over my shoulder. Ask a favor of the Gods at 11:11 (a.m. and p.m.) Pray for the impossible...and hope for miracles.
And every now and again they happen.
Today was one of those days.
If you don't know the story of Baby Lilli...you will now :)
For years, my friends Axel and Jen have tried to have a baby. Key word...tried. Axel has been blogging about it for months now, so what I'm about to write is more of a credit to my astute reading skills, than it is to my stalker skills (just an FYI).
They've gone through more than any one couple ever should (in terms of the whole process of conceiving). Jen went off the pill more than three years ago...and in that time, they've run the gamut, mentally, physically and emotionally. Once they figured out the lack of preggo-status was more than a very long string of bad luck and failed attempts...they sought out a doctor. Jen underwent surgery to have (what her and Axel have described as) cobwebs on her uterus removed. She's had fertility treatments, a various assortment of pills, and at one point, she was even injecting herself at home (how anyone could do that is seriously beyond me).
And then -- the miracle that so many of us prayed for happened. Jen was pregnant...or so we thought. That first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and devastation to a family that had waited so long to see that little blue line.
Around that same time, Axel lost his job...the two went on a mission trip...and resolved to stop trying (at least for awhile).
And it was then...in a period of not trying that Jen walked out of the bathroom with another blue line. She was days shy of her appointment to learn more about in vitro, to get back on that rollercoaster and try it all again. And it happened.
A miracle.
She was pregnant...with a little baby girl.
Today that little baby girl was born. Little Lilli Johanna. And mom, dad and baby are all doing fine. And to be honest, I'm not sure who's the luckiest...Axel and Jen for finally having her...or Lilli for being born to (who I'm sure will be) the most loving parents any baby could ask for.
It's been a long road to get here. A long road paved with tears and heartache. But what a worthwhile journey.
For months now, Lilli has been those pennies I find on the sidewalk...those coins I toss into the fountain...the wish on the first star that I see in the midnight sky. Lilli has been the prayer on my lips.
And I'm so thrilled that she's here.
That precious little baby...that reminds me miracles aren't only possible, but belong in the hearts and minds of more than just eternal optimists.
That sweet little baby girl...
That miracle of miracles...
little Lilli Johanna.
And every now and again they happen.
Today was one of those days.
If you don't know the story of Baby Lilli...you will now :)
For years, my friends Axel and Jen have tried to have a baby. Key word...tried. Axel has been blogging about it for months now, so what I'm about to write is more of a credit to my astute reading skills, than it is to my stalker skills (just an FYI).
They've gone through more than any one couple ever should (in terms of the whole process of conceiving). Jen went off the pill more than three years ago...and in that time, they've run the gamut, mentally, physically and emotionally. Once they figured out the lack of preggo-status was more than a very long string of bad luck and failed attempts...they sought out a doctor. Jen underwent surgery to have (what her and Axel have described as) cobwebs on her uterus removed. She's had fertility treatments, a various assortment of pills, and at one point, she was even injecting herself at home (how anyone could do that is seriously beyond me).
And then -- the miracle that so many of us prayed for happened. Jen was pregnant...or so we thought. That first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and devastation to a family that had waited so long to see that little blue line.
Around that same time, Axel lost his job...the two went on a mission trip...and resolved to stop trying (at least for awhile).
And it was then...in a period of not trying that Jen walked out of the bathroom with another blue line. She was days shy of her appointment to learn more about in vitro, to get back on that rollercoaster and try it all again. And it happened.
A miracle.
She was pregnant...with a little baby girl.
Today that little baby girl was born. Little Lilli Johanna. And mom, dad and baby are all doing fine. And to be honest, I'm not sure who's the luckiest...Axel and Jen for finally having her...or Lilli for being born to (who I'm sure will be) the most loving parents any baby could ask for.
It's been a long road to get here. A long road paved with tears and heartache. But what a worthwhile journey.
For months now, Lilli has been those pennies I find on the sidewalk...those coins I toss into the fountain...the wish on the first star that I see in the midnight sky. Lilli has been the prayer on my lips.
And I'm so thrilled that she's here.
That precious little baby...that reminds me miracles aren't only possible, but belong in the hearts and minds of more than just eternal optimists.
That sweet little baby girl...
That miracle of miracles...
little Lilli Johanna.
Baby Shower Photo
Congratulations you two! :)
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