Last night my cousin had an emergency with her newborn baby. His being here is already such a miracle, and to have to hear there was more trouble and he was being life-flighted was so scary. I was so worried for him, so worried for my cousin, so worried for my other cousin who would be there to meet the helicopter, so worried for the whole family.
My Mom was the one who called, because my Uncle called her. Of course, she got right to calling her chickens, so we could gather our individual families and pray for our tiny baby cousin. I was cooking dinner, but put everything down so I could wash my hands and go in the back room with my children (the Double B wasn't home from work yet). I turned off the movie and told K.J. and Olivia the situation as simply as I could. K.J. immediately started crying because he "felt so bad for that tiny baby Aysen." They were big fat elephant tears, and it broke my heart. But I tried to tell him that it was up to Heavenly Father what would happen, but we could pray and have faith that all would be well with our tiny baby cousin. We said a long prayer, thanking Heavenly Father for everything we had and then asking him to bless our cousin with everything we desired to happen -- that he would be okay and be able to come back home to his family. Then Olivia wanted to say the prayer, and she prayed for baby Aysen, too.
I went back to cooking dinner, but my perspective had changed, as it usually does at moments like that. I was so hopeful and so nervous, and kept saying little prayers. Ben came home and I told him what was happening, and he was very worried, too, and we said another prayer together.
I thought about my other cousins out there, who I knew were also offering their prayers for this tiny little addition to our family.
And I thought this is what being part of a family is all about. It's the people who are there when you can have fun together, but more importantly, the people who are there in a crisis. The ones you can call just to say quickly "Pray." And you can know without a doubt that they are all there, in their own homes, praying their guts out for you and sending you their positive and hopeful thoughts.
I love being a part of a family.
Late last night my Mom called back to say our tiny baby cousin was making progress -- that if everything goes well, he can be home with his family in a couple of days. Another miracle. An answer to the prayers of a family.