Storms.

We had left for Missouri at 3am. My little brother had an army graduation from a base there. My sister, my niece and I were going to watch it....and then bring him back home. We left early...so we could make it to Missouri by night. By 6 am....we were on the I-70 going through Glenwood Canyon....(the mountain pass before Denver).

It was still dark. Faint hints of light gray were beginning to show. There had been snow flurries on and off. The roads were icy.

We were driving in the right hand lane....when someone attempted to pass us. Instead...he hit clipped the back end of the car we were driving. Immediately we were sent spinning across the road.

We hit, head  on, the cement wall on the left side....only to continue spinning across the lanes again.

It is an eerie feeling to have everything happening in an instant....yet feel like time is playing in slow motion. A million thoughts instantly flooded my mind.

I remember shouting to God to protect us. I remember my sister's calm, strong voice saying "We're going to be okay!" Almost as if trying to convince both herself....and us. I remember my niece screaming. 

For a brief moment...I felt a birds eye view of myself.  Our vehicle was out of control. I could see the oncoming cars and semi-trucks as we spun. I knew they wouldn't have time to stop. It would only be a matter of seconds before they hit...

I thought there was no way this could really be happening... I wanted to scream to life that I was supposed to get a break. Not continue to be kicked. Part of me wondered if we would make it. I silently asked Adalyn that to please help me be as brave as her. To help me not be afraid of pain.

We slammed sideways into the guard rail on the right...and came to a hard...sudden halt. Plumes of smoke came out of the engine. My head was screaming...my leg hurt...but I was okay. I looked over to see the wide-eyed astonishment of my sister, I could hear the teary sniffles from my niece.

We were okay. The car was totaled....but somehow....we were okay. 

The car was pinned into the guard rail. Right behind the guard rail was a 50 ft. drop into the icy Colorado River.

My sister calmly called 911...and my niece and I held hands and prayed. Praying in gratitude that we were okay. Praying for continued protection. Praying to feel of our Angel Adalyn close by...comforting and protecting us too.

A crew soon came and directed traffic...and we were towed away. Somehow....only receiving mild concussions...pulled muscles...and bruises.  

People often tell us that the storm clouds will lift...that good things are to come...yet....So often I still feel like I'm standing in the rain. Drowning in the flood waters. Banging off of floating debris....trying to see any signs of a break in the clouds...

I still find myself afraid to hold to hope. Afraid that this will be a life of steep, hard climbs. And quite honestly....that thought scares every part of me. I don't know how much one heart can take... 

Yet....that day....I felt reminded of a couple things.

1.) Adalyn spent her little life fighting for it. Fighting each day. In the middle of all the struggles she faced....she managed lifted up those around her. To know her...was to know of pure, innocent, powerful love. She fought for each day because I think she knew better than us all...that the good in this life...the love we have...is worth fighting for. Fighting for the good in this life is a choice. A choice that I know many days....I'm not very good at making...But because of Adalyn...I know I want to be.

2.) No matter what this life brings....no matter the storms that rage...the pains we feel....because of the very Easter holiday we celebrate this Sunday...we do have hope. Hope to know that one day....the storms will cease. The rain will stop. And the sun will come. The pain....and death in this life....is not the end. Because and through Christ..everyone of us will be resurrected. My broken heart...will be healed as I once again get to hold our beautiful little girl...perfect and without pain. 

3.) Miracles are real. They happen every day. They happen even if our eyes are closed to noticing them. As much as it may feel at times, we have not been left alone. We have such love in our lives because of Adalyn. Because of our family and friends. On the darkest of our days...we have still felt rays of light.

I don't know how to do this. How to find all the good....purpose...and hope again without our sweet Adalyn.. I don't know how to fully hope for good things to come in this life without my own fears creeping in... I don't know how to face all of the "year marks" that are to come this year...

But I will continue to try.

I feel like the past year of our life....and even the accident we had last week....remind me constantly that life doesn't always turn out the way we plan...As of late...it seems to always be much harder. I don't have all the answers. I don't always understand the "whys".... I have to believe one day I will.. Even in the "unplanned" God is with us. He surrounds us with angels to protect and comfort us..even as everything seems to go wrong,

Though not as planned, Kaycee still got home! We're so proud of him!

For now....I have another day. ...Another day to be a wife. Another day to be a sister. Another day to be a friend.

Another day to be a mother to a perfect angel. 

To those who have continued to reach out to us.....you may never know how truly grateful we are for your comfort. For the messages, cards, phone calls and thoughtful gifts we have received. You carry us in so may ways.... From our family, friends...and even strangers, I am learning what it truly means to comfort those in need of comfort.

To you, Addie Grace, I know you're never far. In the moments I am scared....I try to imagine your face...Smiling, laughing, singing. I imagine you being the one to comfort me.. Guiding me to become something better then I can see in myself now. I feel so lost without you....My arms feel so empty. I still sleep with a pair of your jammies each night....as if in some way holding them will make me feel I am holding you. I still buy the same lavender lotion and soap we used for you. I probably will the rest of my life. When I use it...I remember the way your soft hair smelled. And the smell your face.. A mix of lavender...and milky formula. I have no doubt you were with me the day of our accident...I feel lucky to know first hand who my strong guardian angel is! You still teach me so much each and every day. I love you, my darling, more than my words could ever convey. You're perfect, in every way sweet girl.....I am grateful always for the bright light of your life. 

I am so excited to share this picture with you! A dear friend of ours painted this canvas of Adalyn for us. It is absolutely captivating! It feels so real. To see those beautiful blue eyes means the world to us! This painting conveys so much of her beautiful, strong and loving spirit. 

Beca is an amazing artist...to check out more of her work...click here

Our Ray of Light.

Hello world.

Meet Adalyn Grace Brown. 

Born May 2, 2015. 7lbs and 8oz. She is our miracle in absolutely every way.

When I was about 24 weeks pregnant, we began finding out the problems that our little girl may face. Though....I won't expound on all of that. To read from the beginning, you can click this post .

We were told that because of her little brain, there were many unknowns about her birth. They weren't sure if she would be born breathing.....or if she was....would she have the ability to remember to breath on her own? Would she be able to have the ability to eat or keep down her food?

Miracle #1
As soon as Adalyn was born....all I could think was "Breathe! Is she breathing?!" Then I heard her little wail and wanted to burst into tears. Squeezing David's had, we both knew God was in charge....angels were present. 

She was immediately taken and handed through a window to the NICU. As the minutes ticked by, I grew more and more anxious.

 Miracle #2 
The NICU doctor came in smiling. Adalyn was holding her own! She is a fighter, and was stable. David was able to go back with her.

Miracle #3 
She was sucking a binkie right off. Despite her little cleft palate....she was rooting and sucking! A reflex they weren't sure she would have. Her APGAR scores were normal.

I couldn't see her for a little over an hour after she was born. I felt so anxious! When they finally wheeled me back....my heart was bursting. Seeing David hold our little girl.....who was alive...who was doing great...I didn't know it was possible to love so greatly in one instant.

In that moment, I had such comfort. In that moment, we were all three strong. 

Miracle #4
Our little Adalyn was able to keep her food down. They had put her on a feeding tube, but all was going great. Soon she was moved to the most stable section of the NICU.

Miracle #5
Adalyn was born on a Saturday. Little did we know how much we would need that peaceful weekend with her to prepare us for the upcoming days filled with doctors, tests, and more emotions than I could process.

Monday is when the whirlwind began. Neurology had their MRI. X-rays were taken. Blood work done. And a new IV had to be placed since her first one didn't last very long. (They had placed her on precautionary antibiotics since I was in labor for so long).

Watching them take her for the MRI was hard. At the time though....David and I felt hopeful. We were certain her scans would look better. After all...she was doing so good!

Taking her for the MRI to the other hospital

Soon after....the neurologist wanted to meet with us to go over her scan. I think I was incredibly unprepared. Like putting on a swimsuit expecting sunshine.. and walking out into a giant blizzard. The neurologist began....aside from her brainstem....pretty much every aspect of her little brain is affected in some way. Much more global than we ever imagined. Outcomes....life expectancy....problems that could arise. I suddenly felt like I was drowning. I was trying not to fall apart. Trying to some how keep my voice from wavering. It felt like the only thing keeping me a float was David's hand. It was single handed the hardest moment of my life. I felt like my heart was shattering...and the pieces flying all over. 

David and I went into a room and held each other and sobbed. Our hearts ached so deeply. For a while,.. there were no words that would come out. Just tears. How could we ever face this? Our little girl is so  perfect. So beautiful.

That evening, I was also discharged from the hospital. We were leaving without our baby. Trying to process an ounce of our day was too hard.

Through those days, were carried by strength other than our own. Holding our sweet little Adalyn, we were stronger. She is our inspiration. She is the biggest and most stable baby in the NICU. She takes feedings like a champ...Not to mention, she is working on bottle feeds. She continues to defy predictions daily.

Miracle #6
Throughout the week, we made it by seeing so many tender mercies. David had to go back to Vegas to finish classes. Seeing him leave was hard. I wanted to somehow just send a clone of him down there so he could stay with me. I was afraid of facing the rest of the week without him. It was hard, because I wanted to be selfish and keep him with me. But it was even harder knowing the burdens and stresses he felt on his shoulders.... Leaving me and Adalyn at the hospital, driving so far, school, graduating...the unknown that lies ahead.

Lucky for me....I was so blessed while he was gone. Through many prayers, amazing family support and a sister who was like a super hero...keeping track of me...what I needed...making sure I ate and took my medicine...being there to laugh and cry with me.

The rest of the week has been a blur. I have felt moments of pure happiness. I have felt overwhelmed with gratitude. I have felt so humbled.

I love this hairy little back!

After seemingly a zillion other doctor visits....we had more news to process.

Miracle #7
Adalyn has vision in her right eye. She may have some in her left, but the eye is too small to open currently.

Miracle #8
Adalyn had been on an IV since she was born since I had been in labor for so long....they wanted to do a 7 day course just for precautions. However, they struggled each time with the IV. She was poked so many times! They even tried to do a pic line twice and failed. By the fourth day....they were grasping at straws trying to find a place to poke her. Right as the nurse came to do an IV...one of the doctors came to say that she didn't need the rest of the course...meaning no more IV!

This is her "I hate IV's!" face

With David in Vegas,,.,,the days seemed much longer. So many doctor visits. Times of feeling like a terrible new mom. And times I felt my strength draining.

One particular day...genetics came to talk to me. They had a syndrome in mind....but they weren't really sure. It doesn't quite fit Adalyn...but they can't find anything else. There is no specific test for it...so they can't be sure....and it is a spontaneous thing. Again....the doctor went over life expentancy..future predictions...on and on. Yet also reminding me that it has just as high of a likelihood of being this syndrome as it does of not being this syndrome. (So you told me all of this because..? Was sort of how I felt)

Again that evening on the phone with David...I cried. I just wanted to take our little girl home! Away from beeping monitors....wires....doctors...all of it. Never in  a million years would we have wanted her to endure such hard things. 

Yet now, as I sit here and write this....I am reminded that God is in charge. This has been the longest....hardest...week and a half of our lives. However...David and I have decided that is Adalyn was brave enough to come here knowing the challenges she may face...then we could be brave enough to be her parents. 

Having David back for the weekend was like getting re-charged with hope. Together...and through the Christ....we can keep moving forward. Adalyn loves her daddy so much! She falls asleep in an instant in his arms....and loves to hear him sing. We has also decided that Adalyn is her own kind of special. We feel so strongly that she is here for a beautiful purpose. We don't know what the future will bring, but we will hold to hope.

And as one woman said to me this week hope goes farther. 

We will learn and grow as she does. Even with her many anomalies...the doctors and nurses are so impressed with little Adalyn. She has already exceeded so many expectations! Once we get her feedings in a good place, either completely on the bottle or at least half....we will be able to take her home. I already long for that day! One day in the NICU feels like a hundred.

Despite the challenges this past week has brought...there have been moments of beauty and humor.

Like how frequently Adalyn explosively poops right in the middle of changing her diaper. Or the quiet moments of singing her to sleep. The exciting moments of being so proud when she accomplishes something (like drinking from the bottle). The beautiful moments of her staring right at us....and feeling like she is looking right into our soul!

Becoming a parent is still surreal. We continually pray for Adalyn. That she can be strengthened. That she can have the best life we can offer her...That she can continue to be our little miracle.....And that David and I can be strong enough to make the right decisions.

Our lives are changed for the better because of her. We are so blessed to be her parents! Even though it has been hard....even though our hearts have been pulled in more ways then I could have ever imagined...even though at times we are scared for the future....We know that love is greater. Love is powerful. And we wouldn't trade that love for anything in the world.


We have seen more miracles and tender mercies this past week than I could ever count. I listed only a few here. Prayer is powerful. God is in the details of our lives. We have to take each day as it comes for now,,,,the good and the bad.

It is hard. Really hard. I never thought that I could have so many tears readily at hand, So many aspects of our lives are changing.

In these moments...I remind myself of a scripture David read to me....

2 Timothy 1:7
 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

And part of this talk from Elder Whitney Clayton

All of us will, at some time or another, have to traverse our own spiritual wilderness and undertake our own rugged emotional journeys. In those moments, however dark or seemingly hopeless they may be, if we search for it, there will always be a spiritual light that beckons to us, giving us the hope of rescue and relief. That light shines from the Savior of all mankind, who is the Light of the World.

Thank you for so many prayers on our behalf. I apologize for those who have reached out through text....phone...or messages. We have been rather terrible at having our phones. 

Most of all we are blessed. Blessed to have our little Adalyn Grace. The brightest light in our lives. She is beautiful in every way..

Lifted.

My heart is so full. 

I'm 8 months pregnant....and healthy. 

We have felt the prayers of so many people on our behalf and for our little girl. I wish I could adequately express how thankful I am for the support of so many people. Between the cards, little notes, baby showers, texts and phone calls....I don't even know where to begin to express my gratitude.

Trials come in all shapes and sizes. And I have come to realize how grateful I am for our situation. (Thankful for a trial? I know....I must be crazy...). But we have felt such an outpouring of love...and we have come to love our little girl even more as a result.

After this week, we begin to jump into the sea of unknown that awaits us.  It is crazy to think that within the next two months....all of our questions...all of the unknown we are facing....will have an answer. David finishes his last rotation here...and then we will head to Salt Lake for the last month of our pregnancy to be closer to the doctors working with us. During this time, David will continue interviewing for potential jobs.....preparing to take his board exams....and preparing to graduate.

We know the outcome of our little girl's life is uncertain. We know this could possibly be a long road for her. However....the past few weeks especially....David and I have felt a powerful sense of hope. 

I know some people are afraid of us getting our hopes up too high....afraid that we will be disappointed or heartbroken....

But I have come to realize something. That doesn't matter. What matters is where David and I stand.

Christ's miracles are real. Both David and I have seen far too many in our lives to doubt that. In fact, David's whole life is a miracle....that he is here and healthy and graduating with his doctorate. 

I am sure that when Christ said He could heal the blind.....cause the deaf to see.....or the lame to walk..there were plenty of people who thought it couldn't be done. Not because they were bad or because they didn't want those things to happen....but because it seemed far to great. Impossible even.

Regardless of doubt....He did perform each of those miracles. And because He is the same yesterday, today and forever....I have no doubt that He can perform a miracle for our little girl.

Because He already has. Being pregnant....feeling her move....seeing her (and myself!) grow....is a miracle. Our little girl has a purpose, we know that beyond a shadow of doubt. As her parents.....we will continue to believe in her with our entire hearts.  I am learning more every day what that truly means.

We will also continue to believe that we will be guided to where we need to be. That David will get a job that will be the perfect fit for our family. That he will be able to do all that is required of him the next month and a half.

We will continue to wait in faith. Knowing that we are carried, and lifted. 

So....to all of you who have been there for us...

To our family....who have let us pour out all of our emotions, housed us, fed us, supported us, or laughed with us. To our friends.....who have showed us such unbiased love and kindness. To our ward families, both old and current.....who have kept track of us.....and kept us afloat with their words of support. To both of our bosses.....who have put up with the roller coaster of our emotions....and have continued to believe in us.....To those who have stumbled across our blog and sent words of comfort...

I thank you. I thank you with everything in my heart. You may never read this.... But it is because of each of you that we have also been continually lifted. You may never know the impact your sweet words, prayers and actions have had on us.

Please continue it. It is powerful. And we have needed it. Never underestimate the power of your prayers for others. Prayer never falls on empty ears. There is One who hears and strengthens. 

This video is incredibly powerful! If you have ever had a moment...small or great of struggle..watch this. It is beautiful. 

It was so much fun taking these. Thanks to the lovely Shauna Brown for taking our photos. And for feeding us. And housing us....

The list could go on and on! 

I am one lucky girl!

Remember how we think we're funny? David's face kills me....with that much excitement....our little girl couldn't be loved more!

The best thing about this next month will be in seeing David be a daddy. He will be the worlds best. Hands down. He already does so much for us!

More Than Enough.

A little over a month ago, we were kneeling to pray in the evening with David's lovely aunt and cousins. His cousin began praying.....and something he said has stuck with me ever since. I think of it almost daily.

He said simply..."We are grateful that we have enough."

When he said this....I was struck so strongly by the spirit. Enough. That word seemed to replay in my mind over and over. At that point, we were just beginning to find out all of the news about our beautiful little baby...and feeling so many different emotions.

At the time, I was feeling like there was so much I wanted to be different. I wanted the doctors to find answers. I didn't want our baby to be facing such difficult trials. There were so many things I wished I could change. I think so many of my thoughts began with "I want..."

I was focusing so much on what I wanted to be different....that I was almost forgetting the wonderful abundance of good we have.

Sometimes, in life.....we might not having absolutely everything we want. We may not have the latest....coolest electronics. We may fall ill. We can break a bone. We might not have the perfect job, the perfect home.....all of the money we want.....or the ease of life we think we want.

But.....I know from my own personal reflection, when you take a step back....you realize that you have enough. 

Enough to get you through every day.  Enough to be happy. Enough to fill your whole soul with love and peace.

Heavenly Father has a beautiful plan for each one of us. At times, when we are struggling...it may not seem so perfect. However....if we continue moving forward....we eventually begin to see what He sees. We see the brilliant rays of happiness that enter our life. In the end...His path for us is much greater than anything we can plan for ourselves.

I am beyond blessed to have an amazing husband. (I know...I sound like a broken record.....but I can't ever fully express how much he means to me!) We have a place to live. Food to eat. Goals we are striving for. The strength of our Heavenly Father. We have received an outpouring of love and support from our family and friends.. And we are pregnant with a perfect little gift from God. We love her more than we could have ever imagined!

And for me....that is enough. My cup runneth over.

For those of you who want an update on our baby...we don't have any 'new' news. We cannot completely know the outcome until our little girl is born. Our doctors have been wonderful in working with us. For now, David and I are continuing to trust in God. We are filled with hope. 

There is power is prayer. There is power in believing in miracles. We would ask that you keep our little girl in your prayers! She still has a couple months of growing to do....time for certain parts of her little brain to keep growing. Time for her to defy all kinds of odds.

We love happy, sunny days!

We got the best visit from my sister and her kids!! Oh, how we love them!

We decided to check out lots of books from the library. We want our little girl to know in advance how much she is loved. (Plus...who doesn't secretly love to read children's books?)

As you can tell....I am still growing! There are days when I can't imagine getting bigger than I am now... Things like exercise and sleep are at times a distant memory.

Our Lightning Bolt

Shortly after I posted my last blog....I got a phone call. The doctors wanted to meet with David and I the next morning to go over all of our results.

Every part of me wanted to be so optimistic about the visit....but I felt there was a reason they wanted to meet with us in person. 

The next morning....David and I both couldn't shake the anxious feeling. When we got to the doctors office....I went to the bathroom to pray for the strength to sustain me through the visit. I prayed that whatever was to come....that we could find a string of hope to hold to. Little did I know how much we would need it. 

When they called us back...the nurse let us know the doctor wanted to do one more ultrasound just to get yet another look. Dr. Hales (who has been so great with us) came in and for the next 45 minutes kept looking over her spine and facial features. 

In my mind I thought...."This is a great sign! He hasn't even mentioned her brain." 

After the ultrasound...he told us he wanted to meet with us in the conference room to go over the genetic results and the MRI report from the U. Once we were in the room...a genetic counselor from the U was their via skype....a neonatologist...and Dr. Hales. 

Dr. Hales began reading the MRI report. With every line he read....my heart sank. Her little brain is much worse than we could have ever even begun to imagine. 

Suddenly I felt like my world was spinning. Every part of me had somehow secretly hoped that we would go into the room and they would say..."Well actually...everything looks great! We just looked wrong." 

Instead....here we were. Being told our little girl might not survive for very long. 

We were being counseled about the decisions that lay ahead for us. They told us they wanted us to think about how aggressive or palliative we want to be with her care. 

I didn't even know how to process those words. What was that even supposed to mean? I grabbed David's arm....and tried to fight back the emotions and tears. We needed to hear all they had to tell us. 

The doctors gave us different scenarios of her birth. She may be born breathing....but the rest of her brain vegetative. Or she may be able to breathe....but not have the ability to eat...would we want to keep her on a feeding tube if she is suffering? Or if she isn't able to breath on her own....what would we want to do? On and on it continued....because of her condition....there is no way to be certain of the results....they continued to say. 

In all scenarios they went over...they feel there will likely come a point where David and I have to decide what is enough....and when to let her go. 

Even as I type those words....I can't fully grasp them.. How can we decide that?? I feel like I need a license or something to make that decision. How can we ever be strong enough to say good-bye to our little girl? 

It is so odd...they told us...that every other part of her is perfect. The genetic tests came back normal. There is no known condition that would cause this. They have never seen the brain become so affected the way hers is. Dr. Hayle said....it's spontaneous. Like getting struck by a lightning bolt. 

An hour a half later....We left the office....once again....unsure how to even begin processing. We sat in the car held each other.....and cried. And prayed. And tried to make an ounce of sense out of what we heard. 

In the days that have followed...I think we both have cycled through so many different emotions. At one point....I had reached a level where I was already feeling like I was having to say good-bye to our little girl. I felt like I couldn't wrap my mind around it.

However....because our Heavenly Father is so merciful...He sent me help....through my incredible husband. As we prayed together one evening...David began praying for our little girl. Praying that she would have a fighting spirit. That she would be able to defy the odds that are placed upon her. Praying that as her parents...we would also be able to fight for her. That we could keep believing in miracles.

That hit me like a train. It was possibly the sweetest, most sincere prayer I have ever heard. How could I ever be giving up on our little girl? Of course we would fight for her. Pray for her. Hope. And know that God has power over all things. It is our time to continue to actively trust in Him.

We move forward. We believe in the power of miracles. If the time comes that we need to make those decisions... God will give us the strength to make those.

For now...that gives me hope. Yes....our little girl may be like a lightning bolt. But she is the most incredible lightning bolt to hit our lives. She has illuminated our skies in so many ways. Already....she is a miracle and strength in our lives. Loving her.....praying for her....believing in her has brought me closer to my Heavenly Father. It has humbled me. It has brought me to my knees countless times.

If there are any of you out there who are struggling....if you feel you are hanging by a thread....or maybe you are just having a rough day... Don't ever give up hope. Even if all the signs around you point the other way. 

It is not easy to keep hope. You have to work at it every day. Sometimes even minute to minute. But you don't have to do it alone....God is with you. He weeps with you. He rejoices with you. He will strengthen you. When you have nothing left within you....He will make the difference.

This hasn't been easy for us. There are still so many moments when David and I feel there are simply to many emotions to even process. It is almost a numbing effect. It is in these moments we are carried by His strength. 

There will be hard days ahead.

But there will also be beautiful days.

Happiness can be found even through tears.

So....from now until our sweet little girl comes, we will continue to love. We will love her with all the strength and power of our hearts. 

God is real. Miracles can happen. 

We are so grateful for all of you who have offered prayers on our behalf. There is power in prayer. They truly do give us hope...and strengthen our little girl!

Our journey is just beginning.