After 6 days, we left Mayo’s hospital. The diagnosis was no more than an immature liver that was just taking a little bit longer to learn how to work. We had medicine and we would be back in 2 weeks to do more blood work.

We drove back, happy to be making our way home. It occurred to me that just 3 weeks before; I had taken a broken baby home. I had been devastated about her diagnosis, and had wished for my life to be different. This time around, I was coming home to celebrate life as a new mom. Love had quickly taken me, all of me.

Flashes of color I had never seen began to make their way to my heart. I was mesmerized by the colors, taken by their beauty.

How was it possible, that I had gone for wishing for my baby to die, to knowing that I desperately needed her? How was it that in 3 weeks, my baby girl had taught me more about unconditional love than I had ever known in my lifetime?

This was not the road I would have chosen willingly. Yet, now that we traveled that road, I knew, just as Andy knew; that I wouldn’t want it any other way. And like Andy, I had been surprised by joy. Joy, and peace, and love.

There was open, unknown space before me, but I would feel the warmth of my baby girl as I held her close. She would lead the way. I wanted to begin the journey. A journey into a beautiful wildness. It would be a journey full of love. So much love.

so much love!

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Thank you so much for joining me in this journey during the month of October. Although I wish I had received my daughter with love and joy, it was through this emotional time that I came to recognize my brokenness. it was also in this time that I found great beauty, because of God’s love and compassion that surrounded me.

If you just joined in, make sure to read the first post: The road less traveled.

If you missed yesterday’s post, then read: A gift.

I do not want you to think that we came home and that Nichole’s diagnosis was no longer hard to accept. I had good days and some hard days. What was different, was the fierce love I had for my child. I wanted to love her and protect her. Yet sometimes, it was hard not to feel sad about her diagnosis. I have discovered that even now, as we approach new stages of development, I still have to grieve the diagnosis in different ways. But it is okay, it is part of the journey, and oh how I have been transformed in the process. THIS is my continual reminder that I am broken in my own ways, yet God continues to work on me and love on me. THIS is where I find the beauty in brokenness.

I would love to hear you feedback, or answer any questions you have.

Again, thank you for journeying with me this month. And thank you for sharing these posts on Facebook and twitter.

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