stellan's story

I've been following this blog for a while now. It's written by Jennifer, a mother who had three young children very close together. She then found out she was pregnant a fourth time. In the middle of her pregnancy, it was discovered that the baby had heart problems - severe heart problems. Jennifer was admitted to the hospital where they pumped her full of medications to try and slow the baby's heart (it beat crazy fast). That same medication was so strong that at time it caused hers to do funny things.

The baby was actually born (even though she had been told a few times he wouldn't survive) and went home perfectly healthy until he was a few months older, then his heart started having problems again.

I can't tell the story that well, you'll have to go here to read a condensed version of it in a news story:

http://www.startribune.com/local/44626042.html?page=1&c=y

Jennifer blogged throughout the ordeal. She blogs when she's happy, when good things happen, when bad things happen. She's so honest and open and truthful about how she feels about everything.

The crazy thing too is that thousands of people read her blog. During her baby's surgery people were signing up for blocks of time to pray for him so that there was never a moment when he wasn't being mentioned in prayer. There is a photo gallery because people all over the world wrote his name in different ways (in sand, in lego, on posters, in front of the national monuments, with politicians) and sent in pictures.

The whole story is amazing. I've actually read her blog (for hours) back to the beginning of the stuff with baby Stellan and I keep checking in like crazy hoping that things are going well.

Check it out.

Comments

Candice said…
I know! I've started reading that blog since you posted your first Not Me! Monday.

It's so fascinating to see how the internet can open up such a world of support systems.

Fascinating story too.
May 14, 2009 at 11:11 AM
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