Life has a way of throwing us curveballs. There can be beauty in the unpredictability, of not knowing what tomorrow will bring. Of course, there can be heartache too. Peaks and valleys. Ebb and flow. The good news is that even the hard times can reveal something good. Optimism, faith, determination, and an understanding that a new day is coming, and with it – hope. A chance for something better.
For Eason’s family, the unknown is the norm.
His parents, Lacey and Justin, tried for the better part of a year to conceive him. Finally, joyously, they learned that the second of their three children was on the way, the first and only boy. All seemed well until their 16-week appointment when Lacey discovered that she did not have sufficient amniotic fluid and that Eason would undoubtedly arrive sooner than his expected due date. It wasn’t really a matter of if, but when. Unpredictable.
On November 20, 2016, at just 34 weeks gestation and a few days shy of Thanksgiving, Lacey delivered a 3 pound, 5-ounce baby boy: Eason. Unbeknownst to them, it would be the first of many holidays spent in the hospital. From his birth until the first week of January, Eason was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), receiving oxygen treatments and struggling to eat. His doctors were puzzled by his delayed growth and his disinterest in feeding.