Her name is Aubrey.
She is fair, like Jackson. Like me.
She scored 8 on the apgar.
She is beautiful, they say.
But her heart has not responded to the medication, and fluid is building on the stressed organs.
She’s being whisked to Syracuse with her daddy. Bri must stay behind and heal.
Thank You, Jesus, for Aubrey. Thank You for keeping her safely in her mama’s womb, and now bringing her into the world. Heal her heart, Lord. Completely. Speed Brietta’s recovery, so she can quickly join her baby.
Thank You for grace.