Life Is Like A Cup Of Coffee

Life is like a cup of coffee; you never know what kind of cup you are going to get served.

Some cups are smooth and takes your mouth buds on a nice journey. Other cups will burn your mouth (thanks McDonalds for ALWAYS being that one cup). Many cups will have their up and down days where some days it tastes great and other days it doesn't. Then there are those cups you wait and wait and wait in line for just to get the name of Michelle written on the cup even though your name is Matt. Don't ask. Finally, there are just those really awful cups. The ones you wouldn't even serve your worst enemy. The ones that taste sort awful and have texture like motor oil.

That final cup is what I saw my nephew and his wife get served recently.

I haven't been posting much on here other than some pre-drafted re-posts because life had thrown my family a bad cup.

The end of June, my nephew and his wife were expecting their first child, a girl. They had the nursery ready to go (designed by his wife), the car seat positioned in the car for the ride home and babysitter set up for their two dogs when it was go-time. Like most with their first, they went over the due date and were surprised by a July 2nd emergency C-Section. 

Things did not go as planned.

Baby Ariella came out to this world with 1/3 of the blood she should have had and is suffering from a condition called Hypoxic-Ischemic-Encephalopathy (HIE) which is affecting her brain and all of her organs which eventually will cause all of her organs to fail. She is still in the hospital in critical/grave condition with a slew of doctors, nurses and God watching over her in the NICU. It feels she is hitched up to every machine the hospital offers, and my nephew and his wife just barely got to hold her for the first time a couple of days ago. 

Can you imagine not being able to hold your baby? Especially your first baby?!

Despite being served this bad cup of coffee, they have been strong with their faith, have family and friends from afar checking/praying for them continuously (including my wife and I) and a great medical team making sure the baby Ariella is getting her best care.

 

My wife set up a Go Fund Me for my nephew and his wife to help pay for some of these medical expenses. If you can, please donate. If not, please share this on your Facebook, Twitter or any other social media you have. Every penny counts.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-with-medical-expenses-for-baby-ariella?utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer

They have gone through a lot already; nobody should have to deal with all of the expenses on top of that. They have already been served a cup with the name fart written on it, that tastes like rubber bands, and is as thick as glue. 

Thanks for taking a minute out to read today's post. 

If you are being served a bad cup of coffee today, just know there is a better cup coming. Keep the faith. Because with every bad cup, there is always a good one on its way.