
We tried to have a baby for 2 1/2 years. Then the day come that we found out that we were pregnant. Not too long after that we found out that it was twins. It was a girl and a boy. At 22 weeks my water broke and I went into labor. Elizabeth Ann Barrett was born July 12th at Duke Hospital weighing 13 oz. We were blessed with her for an hour before she passed. After she was born my labor stoped, I un-dialated, and few other things happened (I will spare you the details) to help keep me from going into labor with Justice. We fought for him for as long as we could. After 10 days we couldn't fight any longer and it was time for him to be born. Justice was born at 24 weeks 1 hour and 15 min. He weighed 1 lb and 5 oz. His fight had begun. He was rushed to the NICU where they were able to put him on a ventilator.
Like most babies he lost weight. He got down to 14 oz. It was at this weight that he had to have heart surgery to close his PDA valve. He was on the ventilator for almost 9 weeks. He struggled to keep any weight on. He had infections, fluid on his lungs, battles with blood sugar, stomach scares, head scares, blood tranfusions, skin "break down", ROP (eye) concerns, etc. It was the scariest roller coaster ride you could imagine. Even with all that was going on; miracles happened, prayers were answered, and Justice was getting better.
He had excellent doctors and nurses, but most importantly he had prayer. There were congregations all over the East Coast that were praying for him. He was visited by Brother Boyd at least once a week as well as other ministers and chaplains. He fought with God beside him every step of the way and started getting better and better.
He was able to come home after 4 months. He came home with oxygen and a heart monitor which he was able to get rid of 5 months later. His eyes had corrected themselves and it looked like that he wouldn't need glasses. He had hernia surgery which healed nicely. Basically the only way that you can tell he was a preemie is his size and his scars, which he now calls "tattoos". He is truely our miracle.
He is now 5 years old! He is a handful and a blessing. He's been a fighter since birth and his stubborness has perservered. He loves Disney, movies, music, dancing, and games.
We used to share his story with everyone, but as most parents of preemies we stopped telling it as often as time went on. However, this is our testimony and I just couldn't have a blog and not share it.
PS. The picture above was taken soon after he had his heart surgery. That is David's wedding band on his leg.