I've got a headache!

Well Jaycee girl, the last couple of days have been some of the hardest for your mommy and daddy! Your doctors and nurses told us that we would need to put a shunt in your tiny head to help your hydrocephalus and that the reservoir wasn't enough. The thought of you having to endure another surgery just wrenched at our hearts. Your mommy and daddy called a meeting with the doctors because we wanted to make sure this was the right thing to do. We insisted on another head ultrasound and 24 hours for us to absorb and take everything in. After the meeting with the doctors we felt pretty confident that the shunt needed to be done, and is what's best for you and your well being. All in all, it was the only option, and is going to do what is needed so you can live your life. Mommy and Daddy tried to keep it together and stay strong. The night before we stopped off at Grandpa Tom's and he said the most beautiful prayer for all three of us. He said he can't wait to hear you tell him all your dreams, funny jokes, and watch you play with all your little cousins. When we got home Mommy and Daddy tried to keep our minds busy but they just kept going back to you. You are all we think about and center our whole day around; we are so in love with you. Mommy finally broke down in tears before bed. She made some phone calls for comfort and then starting praying her little heart out. Your daddy came to me and said, "God is on our side and Jaycee is going to be okay." I had to believe every word he said to get me through the night. The next morning God once again was looking out for all of us. One of his little angels on earth made a phone call to your mommy. It was a previous NICU parent calling to check up on your Mommy. Mommy talked and talked and talked and her angel just listened and listened and listened. Not once did she say, "Oh Brandi, everything is going to be okay, Jaycee is going to be just fine", but after the phone call I felt peace come over me that everything was going to be just fine and you were going to be okay. God worked another miracle this morning by giving your dad enough strength to hand you over to the surgeon with total trust that he was going to take care of you. God sent another angel my way to give your mommy strength to get up and face the day. My angel talked with me, listened to me, laughed with me, took me anywhere and everywhere I needed to go and supported me. Behind all of that she was saying her own little prayers for you and I. But most importantly she took me to you after you were out of surgery so Mommy could be with you and hold your little hand. Daddy was with you all day and after surgery didn't take his eyes off you until you were fully awake. When Mommy got there she whispered in your little ear and you gazed right into my eyes and held my hand and then went to sleep. The surgeon said your surgery went great, and all should be well in a few days. Jaycee, from the day you were born we have always known that your spirit is what is going to pull you through. I envy your spirit and strength. You have such a fighting little spirit and determination. You have taught Mommy and Daddy so many lessons in life already, I can't imagine how many more we will learn from you throughout your life. Thank you for being our sweet little daughter that we have always dreamed of. We feel so blessed to be your parents and grateful for every moment we spend with you. Through YOU our testimony of the Lord has been strengthened more than its ever been in our life. I know He hears our prayers, I know He hurts for all of His children, I know He helps take on our burdens so that we don't have to do it all on our own, I know He has a plan for each one of us and His plan is what is best. I know He revels in the fact that we come to him numerous times a day seeking Him and knowing Him, and last but not least, I know He has provided me with blessings upon blessings. Thank you LORD for each and every one of the blessings You have sent our way. Jaycee girl, your mommy is on her way to hold you, love you, kiss you, and be your mommy; Daddy is on his way up to change your poopy diaper, take your temperature, and basically make you cry cause you hate your temp getting taken. (Ha Ha Ha mommy has to put some kind of humor in here to make her giggle). Truthfully Daddy is coming up to hug you, kiss you, love you and be your daddy! We love you Jaycee girl! xoxoxoxoxoxo