Please don't stop praying for baby Stellan. He is definitely unwell. He has been diagnosed with RSV (respiratory syncytial virus). He is in the hospital, and doctors have told MckMama to expect that he'll be there for the next 8-10 days. That's a long time for such a little guy, and a long time for his momma too. She not only has Stellan to care for, but also her three children (slightly) older (young) children.
Last I read, Stellan is still holding his own without a ventilator (breathing machine). Doctors could decide at any minute, though, to put a tube in his throat and use a machine to assist his breathing.
The doctors have said there is no connection between what he is battling now and the heart block/heart failure and hydrops he had in utero. Having worked in a daycare, I can tell you that RSV certainly does have significant negative impact on many kids. Usually, the ones who have it the worst are the ones born prematurely or who have another illness which weakens their immune system - but not always. I've seen the healthiest, strongest baby in a class get sicker from it that the 12 pound seven month old who was born prematurely.
So, in conclusion: Stellan is a baby. He is a living, breathing miracle. And right now, he is fighting a dangerous infection. I believe it is God's will that he recover fully. I know things don't always happen according to God's will, but I believe that this time, they will. Will you stand with me in prayer on this? More importantly, will you stand (or kneel) before the God of Eternity on behalf of one tiny boy named Stellan? Pray that he be healed according to the perfect will of God. And pray for his family - this is a difficult and trying time for them, for sure.






I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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