Miracles happen

Meet Anthony, my newest grandson, born today.
A beautiful, healthy baby boy, 7 lbs. 4 oz.
Birth is always a miracle, but this one seems especially so. About a month ago, tests revealed some serious concerns about this little guy.
His "gestational age" was measured to be at 27 weeks, when he was actually 36 weeks. This kind of growth restriction is usually associated with a fatal abnormality in the umbilical cord or placenta. Further tests ruled out this particular
problem, but ultrasounds indicated irregular growth in his legs, and doctors were uncertain about what other issues might be going on with him.
So, we had to wait, with all indicators pointing to the likelihood of some very real problems. We prayed. We hoped. We waited. Two weeks ago, his gestational age had increased significantly, but that's all we knew.
So, today, little Anthony was born, and is completely healthy, normal, vigorous and alert and beautiful. We are rejoicing and thanking God. I personally think God heard our prayers and healed this little boy, because there is no explanation for why the abnormalities which were revealed in the ultrasounds are no longer evident. Whatever happened, he is here and we are so happy to finally welcome him to the family!