Before I saw him, Dr. Thornback came into the recovery room and warned us that Daniel was in distress. I was wheeled down on a stretcher to see the baby, who was hooked up to a ventilator. He had an IV in his hand and a tube in his umbilicus. He was wired up to every machine you could think of, and he looked so pathetic. Yet, my first reaction was-- "what a beautiful baby!"
We went through a difficult couple of months after we came home from the hospital. Daniel was hungry, but weak, so when he nursed he didn't take in enough calories to sustain his weight and add any on. He slowly lost ground. He ended up being only 5 lbs, 9 oz.
Long story short, we pumped and nursed and force-fed the little guy, and he was transformed from a "little Prune" to a chubby, happy fellow.
And, here we are, nineteen years later. No longer chubby, Daniel is lanky and lean, over 6 feet tall, intelligent, articulate, and godly. He loves the Lord, and he loves his family.
And we love him.
Happy Birthday, Danny my Boy!