For the past two years, my family has been pursuing an adoption. In December of 2013, we finally brought home our first China Doll, Kya. My husband (Carlton) and I knew adoption would be tough, but we were not prepared for the roller coaster ride God had planned for us.
The LORD saw fit to only let us have Kya in our lives for less than six months, where most of the time was spent in the hospital. What follows are a few thoughts from a grieving mother as I watched our daughter pass from this life into eternity with Jesus.
Some of you had the privilege of meeting Kya. Some of you only knew her through the updates and pictures. Many of you have held us up during a difficult six months and we are truly blessed and thankful to God for His amazing love shown to us through you.
The Monday of her passing was a tough day that was filled with a lot of tears and emotions. The hospital arranged for pictures to be taken with all of us, which was so sweet. (I cannot wait to see them.)
Jackson (son) also knew Kya was dying. He kept talking about Jesus giving her a new heart. He was all about climbing onto her bed to take pictures and he loved the beautiful butterfly cutout the nurse made to cover up her feeding tube.
Grantham (son) was not sure what was going on, but he did not want to climb on the bed with Kya for fear she was playing possum and might take a whack at him for old times sake.
After family pictures, the boys were taken down the hall where they worked on making scrapbooks to hold their pictures. At that point, Carlton and I were able to take her from the bed to hold, snuggle, and rock. Her little body was burning up with fever from