scrolling and creeping

As I was scrolling Facebook yesterday afternoon, April 29, catching up on all the vitally important stuff going on in the world, I saw a post that took my breath away. 

Read this excerpt from my Oct. 22 blog post and I will explain.

In the moments after I walked out of Bill's hospital room, 

as they were beginning to use the crash cart-

there was a "code" and the need for another crash cart

on a different floor of the hospital.

I prayed for that person and for the family.

I do not know what the outcome was.

In the moments after the other code

as they continued to work on Bill,

there was music played over the intercom-

a baby girl was born.

I prayed then, and have since, for that little girl and her family."

The FB post:

"Well, according to BabyCenter, this little beauty is 8 months old today  I'm definitely not counting because it has gone by way too fast.  She has us all wrapped, she's been the most amazing blessing to this family and she keeps us all on our toes"

This family and I go to church together.

I cried, hard, after my brain processed the truth-
this baby may have been entering our world as Bill was leaving it.

I was convinced she and her family were the ones I prayed for. 
I had to know if I was right.

Immediately I private messaged the mom to ask what hospital they were in and the time of her birth. While waiting for her answer I wrote this blog post.  I was conflicted- it would be bittersweet to be reminded of that night each time I see this little girl. The flip side would be rejoicing as I watch her grow. 

When I got her reply "we were at KDMC..." my heart dropped. That is where we were. I did some more research. (Some people may call it creeping. I simply went back over the mother's timeline to find pictures from the day the baby was born.) BabyCenter was off a few days. This is not the little girl born that evening.

I never know when and how I will be transported back to that hospital room, but chances are good I will not be forewarned or prepared and I will cry, so I keep my Kleenex close.

Tonight I had some deleting and re-writing to do. I was reminded of how important it is that I check facts before I click the "publish" tab and tonight I am thankful she isn't "the one".