We sat in silence until finally Eric said 'are we doing this or not'. A voice came out of my mouth that was not my own, because I would have screamed NO, but a simple 'yes' came out. Eric got back on the road and we kept going.
I had asked God before we went to this appointment, many times, to surprise us with Joy. I was only expecting sadness, for things to go exactly as they had before. Though we felt He was telling us that He was doing a new thing, I still refused to believe it. That day we walked out, surprised by Joy by a faithful God who showed me compassion and love throughout all my disbelief.
After the surgery I laid there feeling so many emotions that were the opposite of what I had anticipated feeling. I felt sad, scared, lonely, and guilty. I had two babies, but I did not get to meet them or hold them or even know if they were going to live.
The medical team that cared for Rory over the months that followed saved his life more than once and continually went above and beyond in their quick thinking, calm demeanour and outpouring of love and support for the Heuving family. These local heros did the right things at the right times to save the life of a baby boy who had everything working against him.
15 years ago, I found myself on the other side of the world, my heart bursting with love for a baby boy. A baby boy who was abandoned in a hospital in Krivoy Rog Ukraine. His mother was HIV+, and nurses wouldn’t give him a chance.
May 15, 2018 marks Baby Octopi's one year anniversary! Lately I have found myself reflecting so much on my journey to entrepreneurship. Over the past year I have surpassed goals, cried through disapointments and grown in a way I never expected.