Crib Time

Each night, after dinner and bath time, we have this ritual at our house. The boys get their last bits of energy ALL out by running between their room, chasing each other, giggling, hiding under covers, and jumping into Ezra's crib together. The other night, as they were laughing in the crib, I started thinking about our girl, wondering for the hundredth time how much time she spends in her crib each day. There is a big possibility that the answer is a lot of time, maybe even most of her time. Our world and hers, at this moment, are two very different places.

This was already on my mind when I read this blog post today. So so sad. And pretty tough to digest, knowing that our child could be there, or in a place very much like it. Please pray for our baby girl and all the rest waiting.