It’s been a month since we left the hospital, but we still get daily emails asking about baby Minion. It’s so amazing to see how our community has risen up and rallied behind this little man.
When he got sick I put an update on Facebook asking for prayers, and messages poured in from parents who had been in similar situations. One in particular from a friend whose son is battling cancer: she was on the floor below us, and offered her time if I needed a shoulder to cry on. “Man,” I contemplated aloud to Nate. “That puts things into perspective, doesn’t it? She’s here so often she’s basically the sick baby welcoming committee.”