Neuroendocrine Cell Hyperplasia.
These three words haunted me for three years, and truthfully, they still dance around my head every once in awhile.
When our three–month-old daughter, Amelia, turned blue, doctors thought she acquired RSV. They pumped oxygen through her tiny body, and told us our hospital stay would be short.
Eleven days later, we watched our sixth roommate pack up their precious baby, and head home while we stayed. I seethed with jealousy, why couldn’t it be us?
Our daughter’s health changed, but not for the better. As days passed, she required even more oxygen, and more tests.
And the process of ruling diseases out began. With each vile of blood drawn, I held my breath. With each wire attached I willed organs to be healthy. The tests revealed nothing.
On day thirteen, we left the hospital, but without celebration. Tubes clung to our perfect baby, and we quickly learned about liquid oxygen, pulse oximeters, and the loneliness of caring for a chronically ill child.
Less than twenty-four hours later—an ambulance ride, another extended hospital stay, more tests.
I remember comparing our daughter to all of the children we encountered at the hospital. I remember becoming preoccupied with death.
During this time, I refused to pray. I believed in God. I believed in miracles, but the words would not come.
Months later, I read the words of Max Lucado.
There is a window in your heart through which you can see God. Once upon a time that window was clear. Your view of God was crisp. Then suddenly, the window cracked. A pebble broke the window. A pebble of pain. And suddenly God was not so easy to see. The view that had been crisp had changed. You were puzzled. God wouldn’t allow something like this to happen, would he?
Would he? I couldn’t fathom an answer.
I celebrated my birthday in that tiny hospital room. A group of friends came with fake smiles, a store bought cake, and encouragement. They whispered a forced version of “Happy Birthday”, and when they left, I found a slip of cardstock paper with a perfectly written verse.
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1.
I reread that folded piece of cardstock over and over, and as time passed I began carrying it places. I tucked it in my purse. I pushed it into my pocket. I tucked it in the inside pocket of the diaper bag.
I couldn’t pray, but slowly I began to believe, and my faith began to grow, and slowly the answers became clearer.
The doctors guessed our blue-eyed girl would remain on oxygen for five years. They were wrong. After three and a half years, we were “ox” (as our three-year-old called it) free. The tubes and shots and endless doctors visits were gone, and we were left with a healthy baby, and a better understanding of faith.
Written by Amy Sullivan.
love. the max lucado quote is awesome. hadn't heard that one.
ReplyDeleteWow. What a challenge of your faith!! I remember when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, I couldn't pray either! I'm so glad you included that part in this post, as it reminded me that with OR without words, God still knows our hearts. :) Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteWhenever you write about this dark time, it is perfect. I always want to hear more. So thankful with you for how a dark time turned brighter before it was meant to. Beautiful pictures, too!
ReplyDeletewhenever i hear these stories, i'm even more thankful for your beautiful daughter....giving praises to the One who's held her close. beautiful Amelia, beautiful Mama, beautiful faith.
ReplyDeletelove you!
She's beautiful. What a blessing. And this window in your heart idea -- how many different kinds of pebbles break our hearts and obscure our vision of God.
ReplyDeleteDidn't know this about your daughter. I'm so glad you're on the other side of it and love what you learned from it.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for your testimony. Even though I am sure it was the most awful time of your life, I am grateful for the hope, courage, and faith it shows.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I'd love to write for you. Perhaps about how my 4 year old taught me how to grieve for my grandmother? You can get in touch with me: jenfergie2000@me.com
ReplyDeleteHow blessed you are to live in the presence of such a miracle!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mindy for hosting, and everyone for taking the time to read and comment!
ReplyDeleteI've written about Amelia's lung problems before, but I thought I'd share again. It's good for me to remember and be reminded of the miracle of restored health.
What an amazing story - you have lived faith.
ReplyDeleteI read about this in your Thin Place Story...did we know each other then? It is a powerful story and, as always, i love your honesty with us {and God} and yet, in your heart of hearts that teach-ability...i just teared up writing that b/c it is precious in His eyes, Amy.
ReplyDeleteon another note, i wonder if this is what Ann Voskamp's niece Ema has? She went in very young turning blue and they thought it was meningitis, ruled it out...improved came home, but the journey continues and she just posted about it earlier this week with tubes in sweet Ema and night watches. e-mail Ann {i was going to say fb, but i remembered, you're not on;} maybe--i'm sure she and her sister would love the encouragement of your story.
thanks mindy for hosting, nice to 'meet' you--i'd love to share too...so many miracles to declare His praise here!
Abby,
ReplyDeleteI hadn't read about Ann's niece. I'll check it out. At the time Amelia was diagnosed there were only 70 other children with this, and yes, this was a different version of my Thin Place story!
Amy,
ReplyDeleteWhat a story! It must have been absolute torture to go through this. Praise God Amelia is better now. I'm sure you didn't always feel it, but I sense so much courage and patience in your experience.
I love that verse, and it's so cool how God used it to restore your faith. Also, the Max Lucado quote is beautiful.
Thank you for sharing your story and your beautiful mama's heart today..
Erin
What a beautiful post! And, what a wonderful verse to carry with you. It changes you, doesn't it--carrying Scripture with you? I think of Deuteronomy 6 in which the people of Israel are called to keep Scripture ever before them--on their foreheads, hands, inscribed on their doorposts. A woman in our church carries a Proverb every day. It's a touchstone when everything else seems to be falling around you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!!
Amy,
ReplyDeleteI live on the other side of the world from you yet your blog just reached out and touched my heart. I am right now very much going through what you wrote about. I feel I am fumbling in a closed room trying to get out and back to God. I have two sons diagnosed with NEHI (neuroendocrine cell hyperplasia of infancy) and my 2 month old baby is showing symptoms of it. When my oldest son started having respiratory issues I prayed and a network of other people prayed, then his little brother was born and started having respiratory issues, I tried to pray and asked others to pray for us and a very rocky road later we had a diagnosis for both the boys, now when my baby was born I have a hard time finding words even to ask others to pray for her. I am very grateful that I found these encouraging words in your blog. I would really, really love to hear more about your daughter`s story and how she is doing today. Would there be any chance you would tell me more about your journey with this? I would be really grateful if you have any advice on how to get through this. Thank you so much for sharing this. My e-mail is: jusminje@gmail.com
Marisa