• Parenting,  Pregnancy

    Dear Zane

    “His name is Zane Benaiah. I will know him as Benaiah.” Those were the words God spoke to me as I struggled to comprehend the news your father had just spoken to me. I had been unconscious for the majority of the last five days, waking only long enough to plead with the hospital staff for more pain medicine. In that time frame, there had been diagnostic tests with radiation, brain convulsions, unbelievably violent vomitting, scads of narcotics and opiates to ease the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life, and I hadn’t been able to eat or drink a thing to support a little growing life…