Truett's First Birthday

It's hard to believe that it has been a year since Truett was born. I'm sure many of you reading this are saying the same thing. Truett is, and always will be, a part of our lives. We do our best to adjust to him not being here. Anniston constantly talks about her "brudder." Sometimes it brings joy to our hearts to hear her speak about him. Other times our hearts crumble. Even though we miss our son dearly we can look back on our time and emphatically proclaim, only God. Only God gave our son, whom we almost terminated, 85 hours and 3 minutes to live. Only God could have surrounded us with friends who bent over backwards to walk alongside us. Only God could orchestrate the relationships that were built because of Truett. Only God could give us a genuine peace that really does transcend anything we can understand. Only God!

When we were planning Truett's funeral we chose some songs to be sung at the funeral and also created a playlist for the viewing. We selected about 14 songs for the playlist. They are all very special to Kristen and I, as well as Anniston. The songs were put on a CD for us. When we would listen to those songs in the car Anniston would scream out, "Tru-Tru's song!" She did that for pretty much any song that sounded similar to the songs on the CD. Something happened about two months later though. She picked one song that she still refers to as Tru-Tru's song. Out of all the songs she could choose, she chose a song by Rend Collective entitled, Immeasurably More. The song is taken from Ephesians 3:20 which reads, "now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us." When we play the song Anniston literally sings along which is such a beautiful thing! How appropriate it is that this song is now known as Tru-Tru's song in our family. What truth it speaks to the circumstances of Truett's story and life. Only God could do what He did for our family during this time. There is no other explanation to be considered. Only God can do immeasurably more in our hearts and in our lives.

When we started writing about Truett's story we did so for several reasons. One reason was because it was therapeutic for Kristen and I. We also wanted people to join us in praying for our son to be healed. Another reason was for us to be real and be able to voice how we felt or what we were thinking. We didn't want to try and pretend that everything was okay or that we didn't have doubts and fears. As we were discussing Truett's birthday we had different thoughts and opinions. We never came to an agreement on what to say in this post so I asked my wife if she would grant me permission to speak freely. She graciously agreed to do so. Thinking about Truett's birthday caused me to look back on Anniston's two birthdays. Kristen planned so much for those parties. Truett doesn't get to have a birthday party, a smash cake or have lots of pictures taken. However, we can still honor our son. Like many of you, we had never heard of acrania or anencephaly until we received Truett's diagnosis. We didn't have anyone to turn to that could offer information on what this would look like or what to expect (other than Google). Only later in the pregnancy did we learn about Duke University and their research for Neural Tube Defects (acrania is a NTD). We have asked you before to donate to Duke and now we're asking again. You can be the difference in someone's life. You can help scientists and researchers better understand acrania and anencephaly. If you would like to get Truett a birthday "gift" I'm asking you to give to Duke. Here are some suggested amounts (but feel free to give according to your financial situation): $10.55 (Truett was born at 10:55am), $32.27 (Truett's verse was Jeremiah 32:27), $47 (Truett was born on April 7th), $85.03 (Truett lived for 85 hours and 3 minutes). If 500 people give $50 that's $25,000 raised for research! That is enough money for 8 families to have their DNA sequenced! Donations can be made online by clicking here.  Click on "make a gift now" and then "make a credit card gift." Under designations click on the field called "add an unlisted designation" which is located near the bottom of the page. Donors must write in 391-2359. There is also a place toward the bottom where donors can dedicate the gift. Checks can be mailed to: Duke University Medical Center, NTD Research Fund, 300 N Duke Street, Durham NC 27701. Duke University is the only organization doing research for children like Truett. You can follow their Facebook page here. Please give as you can so that we can prevent other moms and dads from the heartache of losing a child. We can't thank you enough for the love and support you to continue to show us. We are truly humbled and grateful for your generosity and encouragement! May God bless each of you and your families.

Much love,
Harry, Kristen, Anniston and Truett

2016... Here's to new adventures!

It was the summer of 2012. My wife and I had just returned home from student camp with First Baptist Church of Riverview, Florida. My cousin told me about a church plant in North Carolina while we were away at camp. The church had a job posting on their website looking for a student pastor. Kristen and I thought it would be a good idea for me to apply for the job.

I submitted my application and resume. We tried to gather as much information about the church as possible. We wanted to make sure God was leading us there and that it would be a good fit for us. I had an interview with the Pastor and staff and then we waited. We felt good about this. We really believed God was orchestrating some things in our life and that this was where He was leading. A few weeks went by and finally I got an email. It was an email from Julie Miller (at the time the Campus Director). She thanked me for taking the time to get to know them but stated that they would not be continuing the interview process with me. I was devastated. Kristen was sobbing. How could this happen after we felt so strongly?

A couple of weeks later I replied to Julie’s email. I wanted to thank them for considering us to be a part of what God was doing through them. I expressed to her that we were a little discouraged by the decision but rejoiced that God opens and closes doors of opportunity. These were the beginnings of several email correspondence with the church.

Towards the end of 2012 I still felt very strongly about Kristen and I moving to North Carolina. It was something that I could not shake. We prayed about this decision many times. Many times I had the same answer. By the time 2013 rolled around I was absolutely convinced God was leading us to North Carolina, to this church. We decided to take a step of faith and move. We talked with the church again and told them we believed God was calling us there and that we should be there around March.

Have you ever had one of those conversations with your spouse that starts out pleasant and then out of nowhere leaves you wondering what the heck just happened? Kristen and I had one of those conversations. I don’t even remembering what we were talking about. But I remember talking to her on the phone and she blurted out as we were hanging up, “and I don’t think we should move to North Carolina either!” I didn’t know what to think, say or do. We had just recently told this church we were moving and now we’re going to have to tell him we’re not. I didn’t know it then but we pulled a Steve Harvey. Needless to say, the subject of North Carolina became a source of tension between Kristen and I. She wasn’t sure (or at least that’s what she expressed) that we were called to go. I, however, was unwaveringly convinced. We argued about it. We argued about it a lot. Our conversations went a lot like this, “let’s just move to North Carolina so you’ll be happy” and “let’s just stay in Florida so you’ll be happy.” We didn’t have the healthiest of conversations at times.

March of 2013 we found out we were expecting our first child. Anniston was born in November. I remember the three of us sitting in the living room one afternoon. North Carolina had not gone away. Neither had the arguing. I told my wife that I really believed God was putting in my spirit that something bad was going to happen to us if we did not move. I told her that I was praying for God to do whatever He needed to do to get us wherever we needed to be. Anniston was about 4 months old. Kristen looked at me and said, “you better not be praying for anything bad to happen to her cause you’re gonna feel really bad if something does.” Of course I didn’t want anything to happen to our daughter. I wasn’t sure what to make of these thoughts or inclinations I was having. All I knew was that I believed God was placing them there within my spirit.

Fast forward to September 25, 2014. This was an unimaginable day. Our world nearly crumbled down around us. The fire seemed too hot. The waters were too deep. We walked into our 9:30am doctor’s appointment for our second child. We were told something wasn’t quite right so we needed to see a specialist later that afternoon at 2:00pm. We left our first appointment and ran into Hobby Lobby and then over to Honey Baked Ham to grab some lunch. I’ll never forget walking on the sidewalk to the restaurant. At the time, we didn’t know anything about our child or what might be wrong with him. I felt God speaking to me again. It was about North Carolina. I felt like God was putting things in my heart and spirit. I felt like we would have to travel to Duke Medical Center for our child. We didn’t even know what was wrong with him. He would have to go to Duke to receive some treatments or therapy. That’s what I believed. It wasn’t going to be too bad. If you’re familiar with our story then you know what happened.

Let’s keep going. April 14, 2015 we had Truett’s funeral. Things don’t return to normal. You just begin to live a new normal. It happens to everyone that has lost a loved one. Kristen was pretty confident that because of Truett we would have opportunities to meet other families and minister to those walking similar paths as we did. This was something she could not let go of. She convinced me to get on a plane and fly to New York for us to meet a family who had just lost their little boy to anencephaly.

In October of 2015 I received a text message from Matt Hudson. Matt is the Pastor of Rescue House Church in Mocksville, North Carolina. The church I believed we were called to. He told me that they were going to hire another kids director in January and asked if we would pray about this opportunity for Kristen to serve in that capacity. We prayed specifically for this opportunity and for the church. Now it was Kristen’s turn to go through the interview process with Rescue House. I’ll never forget an email that Julie sent Kristen. Julie stated that while she was following Truett’s story distance she got a glimpse of Kristen’s heart and it was enough for her to want to pursue this opportunity. After a lot of prayer, Rescue House Church offered Kristen a job. She accepted! We are going to North Carolina, finally!

We are so excited for this new adventure and covet your prayers during this time! We are so grateful for each of you and all that you have done in our lives, especially this past year. We will never forget where home is and we’ll be back to visit often! :)

With love,

Harry & Kristen

September 25, 2014

September 25, 2014. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember words and phrases vividly from that day. I was looking forward to spending the evening on the couch watching Derek Jeter play in his final home game at Yankee Stadium. Kristen and I both took the day off. We were making a quick trip over to Gainesville. We had an appointment, planned to grab some lunch, and we were going to be back by 1:00pm. Our day didn’t go according to how we had planned.

We had an appointment to see Dr. Million that morning. It was our first appointment since we found out we were pregnant with our second child. Our family and a few close friends knew we were expecting a baby and also knew we would be at the doctor’s office that day. I like to document special days with a picture. I took this picture of Kristen right before Dr. Million came in the room.

 Dr. Million’s practice is to perform an ultrasound at your first appointment. I’ll never forget those brief moments (that seemed like years) when Dr. Million stopped talking and then said, “I hate to even say anything…”

We didn’t know what to think at that time. I don’t think Kristen wanted to hear anything else. I, however, wanted to know. You see, I’m a planner. There must be a plan and we need to know. We need all the information available to plan the best course of action (it’s what planners do). Dr. Million said she saw something and she wasn’t sure what it was. I asked her what could this “thing” she saw be indicative of. That’s when Dr. Million stated, “your baby’s head is not a nice, pretty, oval shape like we want it to be.” She wanted us to see a specialist. We were able to see the specialist at 2:00pm that day.

We wouldn’t be home by 1:00pm. We would have to make arrangements for someone to pick Anniston up from daycare. We would spend the next couple hours trying to think about what might happen next. Our day wasn’t going as planned.

We were referred to Dr. Rizwana Fareeduddin (or Dr Fareed for short). Dr. Fareed's office is located at the end of this long hallway on the left.

We arrive for our 2:00pm appointment and the technician takes about 25 minutes worth of pictures of our baby. Dr. Fareed comes in the room and asks, “why did your doctor send you here?” When I heard that question I felt relieved. I thought to myself, there’s been some sort of mistake. Everything is ok. Our baby is fine. Our baby is healthy. I told Dr Fareed what Dr Million had told us about our baby’s head. She then said the words (that still bring a wave of tears to my eyes as I write this) I will never forget, “unfortunately, you’re doctor is spot on. Your baby has a fatal abnormality called, acrania.”

We were devastated. We were crushed. We were sobbing, three people who had just met, crying and attempting to console one another. Dr. Fareed explained to us what acrania was and did her very best to assure us that this was not our fault. We talked for a few minutes and then we went back to meet with Dr. Million.

It was a day we will never forget. It’s hard to believe that’s in been one year. Kristen and I were talking and reflecting back on this day after work today. She said, “I guess life goes on.” I replied to her, “I don’t know if it does, but it definitely doesn’t stop.”

We can’t thank you all enough. We still meet people that tell us how Truett changed their life. We love hearing stories like that because we love our son. We are so proud to be his parents and we are so proud of him. First Coast News out of Jacksonville, Florida will be having a story about Truett soon. The story should air around late October or early November. We will keep you updated as we know when.

Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand – Proverbs 19:21

Truett's Story, Part I

Truett’s Story: In the Words of His Mother and Father

It’s been almost two months since Truett was born and since he met Jesus. We are so grateful for each person that has prayed, loved, cared, laughed, cried, comforted and reached out to us! You guys have totally blown us away. We have received so many calls, texts, messages, cards and gracious gestures by so many people. We seriously cannot say thank you enough. Everything has meant so much to us. Truett was born at 10:55am on Tuesday, April 7, 2015. He passed away in Kristen’s arms at 11:58pm on Friday, April 10, 2015 at our home. He lived an amazing 85 hours and 3 minutes. We are so thankful for every minute we had with him.

Kristen was very anxious, as was I, the few weeks leading up to Truett’s birth. It wasn’t an anxiety like you would think. Kristen was deeply concerned for the staff at the hospital, particularly the nurses. Doctor Million told us at an earlier appointment that the doctors have high-risk meetings to discuss patients that fall into that category. Of course, because of Truett, Kristen and I were considered high-risk. All of the doctors were familiar with our situation because of those meetings. However, how many of the nurses knew? What were they going to think? How would they respond when they saw Truett? Those questions really began to cause Kristen some stress. Around 8:00pm on April 6^th Kristen checked her messages on Facebook. She had a message from someone we didn’t know. The message was from a labor and delivery nurse at North Florida Regional Medical Center. Her name is Jaime. She told Kristen that a mutual friend had told her about our story a few weeks ago and she had been following along. She stated that she had arranged for a nurse named Liz to take care of us the next day. She also stated that Liz had previously taken care of a family with a similar diagnosis several years ago. I can’t tell you what this message did for Kristen. It was as if a weight had lifted from her. She was able to rest because of this message.

We arrived at the hospital at 8:00am Tuesday morning. I dropped Kristen off at the roundabout and parked our car in the garage. I met Kristen inside where we gathered up our belongings, got on the elevator and headed to the third floor. We made our way to the nurse’s station to let them know we were here. When you have a C-section scheduled it’s almost like walking into a restaurant. The lady that checked us in turned to her right and asked a nurse, “you ready?” This nurse (Liz) then walked us to our room. I felt like I was at Texas Roadhouse being taken to our table. I almost asked for some rolls with cinnamon butter. I don’t remember everything that Liz told us in the room that morning. What I do remember is a nurse that did her very best at putting us at ease. She said they were going to make us as comfortable as possible and were going to try and be as accommodating as possible. They even gave us a second room next to us for family and friends.

We had no guarantees with Truett. We didn’t know if he would live an hour, 3 hours or if he would even be born alive. All we knew is that we wanted to capture as many memories of him as possible. We were very fortunate to have Kimberly Farris of Gator Bride Videography and Matt Whytsell of MattWhytsell Photography there at the hospital that day. We contacted Kimberly about a month prior to Truett’s birth. We wanted something to look back on and also something we could share with other families that are facing a diagnosis that is “incompatiable with life.” Kimberly graciously agreed to document Truett’s story. Matt Whytsell is a longtime friend. He has been there to capture all of our family’s moments. He even hid in some bushes when I proposed to Kristen. We are so very thankful for both Kimberly and Matt being there with us. We had already been told that the hospital wouldn’t allow a photographer in the operating room during Truett’s birth. However, Liz consulted the team of doctors and they graciously allowed Matt to join us in the operating room. Matt Whytsell (wedding and family photographer and no children), you are now up to bat.

We had tons of family and friends begin to show up as early as about 8:30 that morning. So many people there loving on us and praying over us just moments before I left for the operating room. I remember some of the staff saying they had never seen so many people for a delivery.

I remember waiting to go in the operating room. Kristen had already been taken back and I was just waiting. God was so good to us this entire time. Doctor Million told us that she would guess there is a 50/50 chance that Truett would be born alive. I have to admit though as I sat there on the couch I began to freak out a little bit. I was scared for my wife. I was scared for my son. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen or how things were going to turn out. Not knowing is something I really do not like. I sat on the couch in the hospital room with my head down crying like a baby. Matt sat next to me and put his arm around me and began to pray. He’s a friend before he’s a photographer.

While I sat on the OR table, Dr. Million, Liz and myself chatted about various different things. I’m sure they were trying to take my mind of things, but I remember being so nervous. Liz held my hand and comforted me as best she knew how through every minute of it. Little did I know the friend she would become days later.

They finally called Matt and myself back to the operating room. Matt was there with his camera and Kimberly had me mic’d up so she could capture the birth as well. Truett was born and I remember Dr. Million saying that it isn’t as bad as she thought it would be. We had our little boy. The staff quickly brought Truett over to the table. His heart rate was in the 50s and his color did not look good. I was able to go over and see him, touch him and kiss him. I told him how much his mom and dad loved him. Within about an hour Truett’s heart rate came up and his color began to improve. Our family was allowed to come into the room not long after we returned and soon after them our friends were allowed to meet Truett. Somewhere around the third or fourth hour I started putting a hash mark on the dry erase board in our room. It became something that we looked forward to. We always got excited at the 55^th minute because Truett had lived another hour.

I remember hearing his cry for the first time. Something I will never forget. When Harry brought him over to me we both just cried; tears of joy, tears of peace, tears of the unknown, tears of worry, tears of anxiety. Like Harry said, he was a little blue, actually, a lot blue. I didn’t know what to think. I of course was thrilled he was in my arms, but I was so scared. Is he going to pass away any second? What does it mean for him to be this color? What am I suppose to do? I had a baby before but I felt like I wasn’t sure what to do with this one. I remember passing him back to Harry fairly quickly. Questions and worry filled my head. I smiled through it, I didn’t ask anyone my questions right then, I just prayed. Then it happened. It was like his color was changing before my eyes. Within a few minutes his color started to become “normal” and by the time we got back to the room his heart rate was in the 140s. God heard my prayers; then and many other times the rest of the week.

The next couple of days are kind of blurry for me. We had so many family and friends coming by to see us. All of our nurses were wonderful. We even had nurses and staff from other parts of the hospital come by to meet Truett. Truett also got to meet a special mommy and a very special little boy. Brittany and Jaxon Buell drove up to Gainesville to visit with us. Jaxon and Truett have similar diagnoses. You can read more about Jaxon and his family here.  Some of our family stayed with us each night in the hospital to help out with Truett and to allow us some rest. I don’t think Truett ever slept in his bassinet. He was always being held and loved by someone.

On Wednesday we met with an agency that provides hospice care. We began looking at our options in case Truett survived our stay. We really felt strongly on Wednesday and Thursday that we would make our new home at a local hospice facility. However, when Friday morning arrived we decided it would be best to take Truett home (with hospice care). We left the hospital around 7:00pm Friday night and headed home. Truett made it home. Something no one thought he would be able to do. But God!!!

To Be Continued…. J

Harry & Kristen

God is still God, and God is still good. To God be the glory.

Truett's Life

Our amazing little Truett lived a total of 85 hours and 3 minutes. We are so grateful for the time we got to share with him. We love and miss him so much! He was a special little boy that taught us so much. We will share more about our 3.5 days with him later. Thank you for your continued love and support for our family! #TeamTruett

Obituary for Baby Truett Michael Hatcher

Hatcher – Baby Truett Michael Hatcher, 3 days old, went to Heaven on April 10, 2015 while wrapped in his parent’s arms. He was born at North Florida Regional Medical Center in Gainesville, Florida on April 7, 2015 to his loving parents, Harry Milton and Kristen Ann Tew Hatcher, IV. Truett filled many hearts with happiness just to see his sweet face and smile. Truett was a true gift from God and it was a blessing to be able to spend time with him. His life impacted not just his family, but many people in the community. He will be deeply missed and always loved by all who knew him. He was preceded in death by his paternal great grandparents, James Harrell, Colonel Harry and May Hatcher, Jr., B.F. Jackson, and Josephine Raines; and his maternal great grandparents; Homer Tew, and John and Anne Samons.

Truett is survived by his loving parents, Harry and Kristen Hatcher, IV of Starke, FL; his sister, Anniston Grace Hatcher; his paternal grandparents, Gloria Harrell, Harry and JoAnn Hatcher, III all of Starke, FL; his maternal grandparents, David and Donna Tew of Starke, FL; his paternal great grandmother, Betty Harrell of Moultrie, GA; his maternal great grandmother, Jessie Tew of Starke, FL; his uncles, Michael and Holly Tew, Chris and Lori Farmer; his aunt, Steve and Holly Vernon; his cousins, Sadie Tew, Ashton Wise, John David Vernon, Kaily Vernon, Chase Farmer and Stephen Vernon; and many extended family members and friends. 

Services will be held on Tuesday, April 14, 2015 at 4:30 pm at First Baptist Church of Starke with Pastor Ken Weaver and Pastor Zeb Cook officiating. Interment will follow at Crosby Lake Cemetery. The family will receive friends on Tuesday, April 14, 2015 from 3:30 – 4:30 pm at the church. In lieu of flowers, please make donations in honor of Truett’s life to Duke University Medical Center, NTD Research Fund, 300 N. Duke Street, Box 104775, Durham, NC 27701 or online at www.giftrecords.duke.edu , click on “Make a Gift Now” then click Add an Unlisted Designation and type 3912359. Arrangements are under the care and direction of ARCHIE TANNER FUNERAL SERVICES, Starke, Fl. 904-964-5757. 

Truett's Birthday

We've made it to day seven. You guys have been so faithful, encouraging, gracious, generous, kind and supportive. We cannot thank you enough or express how grateful we are for you. Thank you for taking time to read our story, share our story and pray for our family. Truett has been such a little fighter. He hasn't given up. He's been inside Kristen's womb without a skull and brain and is pressing on. He hasn't given up and neither have we.

It has been an honor and joy to talk with so many people and receive phone calls and texts from so many friends. You guys are all rock stars! The last few days I've been telling people that I'm either completely out of touch with reality or God has genuinely given me a peace that has transcended my ability to understand. Don't get me wrong, I still wish this didn't happen. I wish I could be the one with the power to heal my son, but I'm not. I cried several times yesterday. By the way, how bout that Duke University!!! Kristen was asleep but I stayed up to watch the game and at the end I was on my knees in the living room crying like a little baby. I really believe Duke won that game for Truett. God allowed a basketball team to give hope to a heartbroken father.

We will be at the hospital around 8:00am and the c-section is scheduled to take place at 10:00am. We are looking forward to holding Truett in our arms for the very first time. Truett will be surrounded by so many people that love and care for him. It's going to be an exciting day tomorrow!

(I shifted gears a little between these two paragraphs, tears began to flow and I just kept writing)

I want to bring my son home. I want Anniston to be able to feed him a bottle. I want our son to live. I want Truett to give hope to people all across the world. I want him to beat the odds. I want to take him to a Duke basketball game. I want him to have birthday parties. I want him to take his first steps. I want to change his diapers. I want to get up in the middle of the night to feed him. I want to teach him about the history of the New York Yankees. I want him to be able to kiss his mother. I want a lot of things. I'm reminded of Jesus asking his Father if there was another way besides the cross. The cross was the plan. I'm not sure what the plan is for Truett. God will let us know that tomorrow.

Day 7: Today we pray for a miracle. I don't know if Truett will be born with a brain and skull. God can do it. I don't know if Truett will survive without a brain and skull. God knows. I don't know how long or how short Truett will live, but God knows. He has today's agenda in His planner. Our prayer today is for Truett to have a long and full life. Pray that he will not experience pain and suffering but that his entire life  he will only experience the love of his parents, family, friends and all of you that support Team Truett. We're also going to end this like we started it, by being thankful. I am thankful that God has led us every step of the way. I'm thankful that he has given Kristen and I a beautiful little boy that has taught us so much. I'm thankful that no matter what I've done or how unfaithful I've been, God is always good! He has been so good to us! Today we pray for a miracle. Today we are thankful!

"Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for me?" (Jeremiah 32:27)

"Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us" (Ephesians 3:20).

We love all of you! See you guys soon!

One in a Million

I remember when Kristen was pregnant with Anniston. She started having contractions on a Thursday night around 8:00pm. We decided to go to the hospital around 5:00am on Friday. After a very long day it was finally time to meet Anniston. Right around midnight Kristen began pushing for Anniston to come out. This went on for two hours. Anniston's heart rate would drop really low and then it would spike. I'll never forget Dr. Million's words, "I'm anxious that something isn't right. I'd like to do a c-section." About 45 minutes later I was holding Anniston for the very first time.

I've often wondered if doctors get nervous or have fears. We expect them to know everything and have a plan to make all things better. We want them to be able to fix us and fix us right now. What happens when they encounter something they've never seen before? We look to them for the answers. We look to them to figure it out. 

Early on when we were deciding whether or not to continue the pregnancy or terminate we had concerns for the doctors and staff. Maybe, we just were concerned what they would think about us. If we decided to carry to term, how would this affect them? Will this be traumatic for them? Dr. Million told us that in almost 18 years of delivering babies she has never seen a baby with acrania/anencephaly. I'd probably freak out a bit if this happened to me. Tuesday is the big day. Truett will be born then. 

I wonder how the staff will sleep tonight? Is Dr. Million nervous? Is she afraid? I don't know the answers to any of these questions. I do know that God specifically chose Truett, Kristen, Dr. Million and myself to be on this journey together. 

Today, day 6, pray for Dr. Amy Million and Dr. Ann Hatfield. They will be performing the c-section. Pray for the nurses and other staff as well. Our prayer is that everyone in that operating room will experience the love of Jesus Christ and that He will provide care, comfort and compassion to the staff. Thank you for praying and standing with us!