Lauren was born at 33 weeks gestation, actually thirty-three weeks and three days by my calculations. I don't think I've filled out a medical history form in the past 8 years that hasn't asked for that number.
A few years later, she was admitted to CHoP (Children's Hospital of Philadelphia) to be listed for a heart transplant. She waited for nearly seven months.
Finally, after being in the hospital for exactly thirty-three weeks and three days, she had recovered from the transplant surgery and was discharged.
I remember doing the calculations and being shocked at the numbers. She spent thirty-three weeks and three days in my belly, and then exactly thirty-three weeks and three days on the cardiac floor of the hospital.
God took care of Lauren the whole time, and even took care of all the little details. I don't believe it was just a coincidence that her hospital stay was exactly the length of my pregnancy. I think God was telling me he was in control the entire time and that his timing is always perfect.
I never used to have a favorite or "lucky" number, but thirty-three will always be special to me.
I recently noticed that Jeremiah 33:3 has those same numbers. Perhaps God is telling me to pay attention to that verse.
"Call to me, and I will answer you. I'll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own." (MSG)We've definitely seen marvelous and wondrous things over the past eight and a half years.
I'm sharing a "years ago" story corresponding to each letter of the alphabet for the Blogging through the Alphabet challenge hosted by Marcy at Ben and Me. I often tell my children stories of things that have happened in our past, and now I'm taking the time to write down those treasured stories.