What can be said? When we woke up this morning, neither of us was happy. Today was the day we had to go take our son to the only cremation center in the city to get cremated. The hospital gave us his body for the last time, and a team of doctors were there to wave us off. We drove about an hour away to the center. My understanding is that in America, all or these details are taken care of you. NOT so here. So with my wife holding my son in the front seat,we just drove. Thankfully, when we arrived at the cremation center, we were greeted by our close friends and church family on this side of the ocean.
Our pastor held a brief service and we took Judah to the cremation room.
It was very hard, and I am thankful for the handful of friends who were there for support. It's been a rough day. But--there is a HOPE that one day, we will see our son again. God is faithful who has promised that the suffering of is present time is not worthy of being compared to the glory which shall be revealed. And so we have hope--Exceeding Hope this is the reason we gave him his Japanese middle name.
As for little baby Karis--we drove back to make it just in time for NICU visiting hours. We learned that since yesterday, Karis has been turned over to lie on her stomach to help with milk digestion. We also learned that they took a chest x-ray last night and found it to be white on the x-ray. And today when they x-rayed her again, the amount of white in her chest had increased. I do not know what exactly this means, but it's not a good thing. They also adjusted the amount of breaths she'll take per minute from 40-50. We do not know what this all means, but it's a matter for prayer. Pray that her lungs would be rid of the CO2 buildup and that she can breathe well.
Danielle and I are doing okay considering this day. God continues to be our strength. Thanks for your prayers, everyone.