She is now six years old, attending first grade and riding a bike.
But six years ago, she was in the NICU, with six chest tubes, a ventilator on its maximum settings, and pulse oximetry readings–which should have been close to a hundred–that were dropping into the sixties. X-rays showed everything in its proper place, but this preemie was failing fast.
We called her parents to come in and spend a few final minutes alone with their daughter. We had done “all we could,” I said, as I left them.
Then something inside told me to go back and offer to pray for their baby with them. They prayed to Jesus, and so did I. As we did, the pulse oximeter began to rise and continued to do so.