Long story short, we had our 2nd daughter early in the morning last Wednesday. Things couldn't have gone better as far as the labor and delivery went. Shortly after, I faced every father's worst nightmare. My wife was in Gods hands and our daughter was taken to the NICU. I've never prayed so hard in my life. I spent what felt like an eternity, nearly 8 hours, waiting to hear that my wife had survived and then walked the long hallways back and forth from the ICU to the NICU. Through the grace of God, we were able to spend this holiday together. I spent nearly half the day that Wednesday preparing myself to explain to our 2 year old daughter that her Mommy wasn't going to be here. Nothing beats watching her be able to spend today with her mom and her new sister. God is good.
