My Miracle Nephew

In the mood for a feel-good story? I've got one for ya. It's about this little guy...

We'll call him Little C. He was born on January 2, 2008. Thirteen days after my Little Man was born. He is my sister's little adopted miracle. My precious miracle nephew. This is why....

It was the beginning of December, 2008, and my sister got the word that it was almost time to go to the state where a new little life would be born soon, and she would be her new mommy. Yes, I know I said HER. Just keep reading. My sister had bought lots of pink...the anticipation of a new baby sister was so exciting for Little "E", who was 4 years old. So Kim and "E" packed up, and headed many many miles away, with daddy soon to follow at some point closer to the birth of their yet-to-be born bundle of joy. They arrived, and waited. And waited some more. Meanwhile, back at home, I was only 7 months along in my pregnancy. I was thinking I would get through Christmas and New Year's, with a month still to go before bringing home my own newborn. Kim and I were so excited! We were having babies at just about the same time, her's first, and then mine a month and a half later! Or so we thought. It's amazing, the plan He has for us, and how later, it all makes sense, looking back! It all still gives me the chills.
December 19, 11pm. My water breaks, sitting on the couch at home. Fast forward a few hours, and Little Man enters the world with his own miracle story. It was all so scary, but exciting at the same time. Little did I know though, that many miles away, my sister was going through a nightmare. The birth mother of the baby my sister was waiting for, wasn't pregnant. There was no baby. She had lied, scammed the adoption agency, and if there was a baby at all, it had been born probably 2 months before. My sister mourned the loss of a baby that she didn't even know for sure existed on the same day that mine arrived 2+ months early. When I heard the news, I cried so hard. When I finally talked to her on the phone, it was the true meaning of the oxymoron BitterSweet. To tell her about my thriving preemie, but hear about her loss was heart-wrenching. The next couple of weeks were horrible. My brother-in-law got to Kim and "E" all those miles away, and they began their journey home, still a family of 3. Little Man continued to grow here at home in the NICU.
On the ride home, is where the miracle of  Little "C" began. My brother-in-law made the comment that maybe the adoption agency would call them, and say there had been a mistake! Those words would live to be very famous for my sister's family!
His cell phone rang.
It was the adoption agency.
"Pull over! Stop! Don't go any further!"
It was not the same baby, but there WAS a baby! Born now, and needing a family. With a quick prayer on their hearts, my sister, my brother-in-law and "E" all headed back to where they had just left a nightmare, only to find a beautiful dream come true.
Indeed, there WAS a baby. Little C.........so precious, so healthy, so in need of a mommy and daddy and big brother.
A few weeks later, we all met the new little family member! They had expected to introduce us to a baby girl! But felt so blessed to have Little C, their own miracle baby. God truly had put them to the test. He had a baby for them, just not the one they thought!
Yesterday Little C turned 2. He and Little Man are just good buddies. They are learning to play together, and not just play side by side! I am so happy that Little Man has a cousin to grow up with, the same age!
So although it's one day late, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE C! Auntie loves you sooooo much.