This is his story....

This is his story...

On August 6, 2010, at 18 weeks gestation, our baby boy was diagnosed with anencephaly. The doctors told us that our sweet baby did not have much of his brain or skull, and that there was no way he would survive. They say that 95% of pregnancies diagnosed with anencephaly are terminated. We knew that we must give our baby boy life.

After 42 weeks, Baby Timothy Frank was born on January 25, 2011 at 5:40 pm, truly "Tiny Tim" at 4lb 15 oz. He was a fighter - he needed to be born alive to share his liver cells to save other babies, and he did just that. He took one breath and left us only seconds later to be with the Lord. We miss him so much but are so proud of what his little life is accomplishing.

This website is to keep Timothy's memory alive and share bits of our journey with our precious little boy. Every life is precious and has purpose - Timothy was able to accomplish so much in his short little life and we are so honored to have been chosen to be his mommy and daddy. Our hope is that Timothy's story will encourage others to give their children a chance to live, to tell their own story, and fulfill their purpose.

To God be the Glory.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Continued Enlightenment :)

I went to my first bereavement support group tonight at the hospital where we delivered Timothy three weeks ago.  I went there feeling a little down and expecting to leave even more depressed - instead I left in complete wonder of our God - that he chose ME to give this precious gift to.  As I sat and listened to stories of other mommies and daddies losing their babies unexpectedly during their pregnancy, I realized what a special story I had.  That I had almost ten months with my precious baby boy - that I had six months to prepare to give him back to the Lord and treasure every moment that I did have with him - that I was able to carry him full term and and that his little life was such a testimony to so many people.  When it was my turn to tell my story tonight I almost felt badly because although I miss him terribly there was something wonderful in my story.  There was hope and peace, joy and excitement.  My story is not one of devastation - I am not asking why me, why did this have to happen to me - I am able to see the fruits of God's work right before my eyes.  Timothy has literally changed peoples' lives - he has changed peoples' perspectives.  I told of how they were able to use his liver to save other babies and one of the other daddies called little Timothy a hero.  In Timohty's one breath, he was a hero.  And he was mine.

The beauty of all this is how God orchestrated every little detail - and if my husband and I hadn't finished the journey, we would have never seen any of this.  I am so honored that God chose me to be Timothy's mommy - although through and through my heart I know that Timothy was the strong one, I'm starting to realize that in a way, Timothy and I were a team, I'm so privileged that I was able to be a part of this team.

I pray that God will show me how I can use Timothy's story to help others - I want others to have the hope and joy that I have.

Some time ago I heard this on the radio - reading back through it, so much of this seems to fit my life perfectly - I know I can do anything that God asks me to do, go anywhere He asks me to go, and the journey will always be worth it:

"At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there, sort of like the president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested that we change places, but life has not been the same since. When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring but predictable ... It was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, and it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal." I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are You taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I said, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand. He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine. And we'd be off again. He said, "Give the gifts away, they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light. I did not trust Him at first, to be in control of my life, I thought He would wreck it; But He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages. I'm learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He smiles and says ... "Pedal."

3 comments:

  1. You have an amazing gift to write Tim's Story and your part in the journey. Many will be blessed by your precious gift. So many of us forget to keep pedaling knowing that God provides all of the energy!

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  2. Oh Holly, I am so in awe of the wisdom that God has given you.

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  3. You are an amazing woman that is filled with the Spirit! God is using you in so many ways and He will continue to! I am sure you will never even know all the ways in which you and Timothy have been and will be used! I just am so blessed to witness what the Lord has done in this and thru this!! Love you!

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