That cute baby in the photo on the right is my 9 month old grandson Mikil Lucus McGarr. (Don't blame me for the spelling of his name - it sounds like some sort of disease if spoken quickly). He's the son of my daughter who is battling cancer.
Mikil is what we consider a miracle baby. Perhaps a more appropriate name would have been Miracle...but I got no sayso in the naming department. Mikil is a miracle baby because he endured nine months of chemo and radiation treatments. Two injections intended to cause a miscarriage failed as the doctors tried to protect my daughter's life. On top of all that, his mom smoked the entire pregnancy - for her nerves. He wasn't given much of a chance by the doctors; and those who thought he could make it to full term suspected that he would be born retarded (such a nasty word - only fit for liberals).
Mikil was born with jaundice and with undeveloped lungs. He stayed at the Duke neonatal ICU for two weeks before they could take him off oxygen and allow him to go home. He's a fighter though and is doing extremely well now. He wants to be held by his mom most of the time, and he's not too thrilled around males, but the family is very happy he's made it into our world. God has plans for little Mikil and we're blessed to have such a beautiful child in our lives.
No comments:
Post a Comment