He had no hair and he couldn't lift his head.
He sucked on his hand constantly to self comfort. His immune system was so compromised that it took the mosquito bites on his face three weeks to heal.
My heart was shattered by the physical realities of what had happened to him and the devastating reality that somehow he was not considered worthy to live.
And now....three months after we got him. My heart is shattered in a different way as I look at his growth and development and amazed at all that he as accomplished!
Head strength! Wanting to crawl.
And check out the chunk!
No ribs here!
Sweet rolls of baby fat! No more newborn diapers!
The hands are now used for grabbing toys and hair. Look, he can even cross his midline! Growth and development!
We took this little guy in knowing that it would be foster care, not adoption. We believe that he needs a younger family to care for him in a way that he can not. So today, as you look at his pictures, would you thank God for his life. And pray that his future would be made clear. It shatters my heart in a different way to think about not having him with us. But we know it's the best thing for him.