Celebrating 100 Days & Much More // An Update on Josiah

It’s been a while since I’ve written an update on Josiah here on the blog and a lot has happened!  Over the last six weeks, most days have felt like that popular parenting quote – “the days are long, but the years are short” – or however it goes.  There are days when I feel like all I have done is feed and keep a little human alive, and if I’ve showered or brushed my teeth, it’s been a REALLY good day.

But then there are those magical moments…those I-just-want-to-freeze-time-is-this-really-my-life moments…and the gratitude just overflows.  These are the wonderful things that I could only dream about when we were in the NICU.  And now, we are actually living this dream.  Here are some of the highlights below…

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This is literally a miracle.  Josiah is now almost TEN pounds.  Double digits, people!  I remember the times in the NICU when we were just rooting for him to get to three pounds.   When I look at this then-and-now picture, I can’t even find the words.  So beyond thankful for those chubby cheeks and fingers! Read more…

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Our Miracle Son

On Sunday, November 20th, our precious son – Josiah Jisung Lee – was born at 4:20AM, at 29 weeks and 4 days, weighing in at 2 lbs. 6 oz. and 15 1/4 inches long.  His expected due date was February 1st, so he arrived into our world about 10.5 weeks early.

Josiah is currently in the NICU at the children’s hospital and is recovering well from his first surgery (which took place on Monday).  The picture above was taken on Monday before he went into surgery.

There is so much to share with so many at this point (and many questions to answer) – prayer requests, how Josiah is progressing, how we’re doing right now, what our life looks like, etc.  And we will do our best to share what we can, when we can, and this blog may just become the perfect place to do that with you all.

But above all else, there are two resounding truths that are permeating every hour of every moment these last five days – (1) we are just so grateful that Josiah is alive, that the Lord is ever so present and near to us, and that there are so many who are reaching out to help and support us on this long journey and (2) God’s Word is the final authority, He is the Great Physician, and He is not done with Josiah yet.

In the hours after I got discharged and we saw Josiah for the first time at the NICU…when we had to come home without our son for the first time…when we lay in bed praying and crying together for the first time as parents…when I felt the void in my womb…there was a clear answer that rang across the vast unknown of our souls.

This son will be a miracle…a testimony of the greatness of our God and that He is alive and able to do the impossible.  All for His glory and for His namesake.

So, we hold onto that truth today.  We cannot wait to see how our God will cause His Word to come to pass in our lives.

To the Man I Thought I Wanted to Marry

Hi.  It’s been a while.  But you’ve crossed my mind lately.

I’m not sure if you even exist out there in the real world.  You were so perfectly crafted in the deepest recesses of my Imagination Land during my teenage years and early twenties.  Oh, how I held onto you as a beacon of hope during those days when I wondered where you were or what you were doing out there in the universe.

Let’s see…what did you look like?  Because let’s be honest…that’s probably what I imagined the most.  Your face was vague.  But you were definitely tall, dark, and handsome.  Something of a hybrid between John Smith and Shang (because Pocahontas and Mulan, duh).  You never, ever had a bout of acne.  And you always had the greatest Crest Whitestrips smile. Read more…

History Friends

Have you seen this kind of meme floating around the social media world lately?

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There are mixed interpretations on the various studies that have taken up this topic, and although I think there is validity to friendships that have a longer history together, at the end of the day, friendships, like all relationships, require effort on both ends.  It’s the good old principle of whatever you put into it is what you’ll get out of it.

After I got married and we moved halfway across the country to the sweet Midwest, I quickly came to a new realization about friendships – making friends as a young, single twenty-something is very different from making friends as a still-young, but now married (and without babies) twenty-something.

All of my closest friends I had made as a young adult had become what I call my “history friends” because I had lived with them or gone through significant life changes with them.  I know that whole theory of “you’re best friends until you live together” is real, but I had a rather unique experience with my roommates from college and post-college. Read more…