My Dearest Lydia
A father's letters to his unborn baby girl with anencephaly.
A journey of a man and His God through grief and mercy.
A journey of a man and His God through grief and mercy.
Every dollar will go towards medical bills and healing.
Monday, November 6, 2017 at 5:30 p.m.
We are delivering Lydia tonight. Keep us in your prayers.
8:36 p.m. Lydia was born.
1 pound and 13 ounces.
Lydia is here, and she's beautiful!! We are loving her and spending time with her:) please continue your prayers. She is here with us:)
A look back at Lydia's first two hours...
Tuesday at 6:50 a.m.
Lydia slept through the night on top of her mommy. She kisses her mommy every once in a while and holds onto her hand constantly. So blessed to have these precious moments.
Lydia loves squeezing her mommy’s hands and grinning.
Tuesday at 1:40 p.m.
First feeding times 🙂
Tuesday at 6:15 p.m.
Lydia Dianne McDonald - 1 pound 13 ounces - Born on November 6, 2017
She will be snuggling her mom for the second night at the hospital!!! She loves snuggling into her mom, the purple blanket, smiling and grabbing our hands, formula, and making happy noises.
Please continue to send your prayers her way.
Wednesday at 4:01 a.m.
We are enjoying another blessed morning with our sweet Lydia. I dozed off and woke to her just looking at me cooing. She's been loving having her ears rubbed, so I told her good morning and started rubbing her little ear. She turned her little head and smiled so big!!!!
She has so many likes and preferences! Her right hand has to be out of the covers, she only puts up with anyone other than mommy😍, and she's loving skin to skin care! She's so happy and so sweet. We are so much in love with our tiny daughter, and Whitson loves holding her and talking to her...he's never missed a day telling her how much he loves her..in and outside of my tummy:)
By carrying her and keeping her we did nothing special. We just simply said "yes" to being blessed by this life God gave us. We don't think there is anything heroic on our part. We are lucky to have her, we said yes to God's question, and we are blessed for that. Lydia is the magificant one, the heroic one, the one God shows through. God blessed us.
Wednesday at 10:49 a.m.
Lydia passed peacefully at 8:30 this morning. She was smiling listening to Layne sing, Jesus loves me, all the way to her last minutes. She surpassed all the expectations of the nurses and doctors with her strength and her smiles. Please continue to pray for our family, and thank you for praying through this entire pregnancy and birth.
We know God has her in his arms. Love for Lydia has been shown and received by more souls than I could ever imagine. Thank you for your love, support, and constant kind words. We are a reflection of those that have come before, hold us up, and call us family and friends. I cannot tell you the impact Lydia had at this hospital. It goes too deep; too far and wide here. So, I know her life and Lord has been shown to many, many, many more out of these four walls. May the Lord keep you, too, our friends and family. I could not physically tell Lydia all the people that have called on Jesus for her, like their own. It’s too many names. Funny how we as humans try to measure our grace, mercy and love to hand out at times; Like sand on the sea shore. It’s too overwhelming to think about the mercy (God’s mercy) that comes like a flood - never ceasing. I pray the world knows that mercy - but I think we would call that Heaven. So, because I can’t physically share all of your names and give you what you deserve, I ask that Jesus may sit her on his knee and tell her about our love and all of you - May He say every last one of your names to our baby girl - may He pour out into all of you the unending streams of mercy and hope we have been graced with - may your prayers all go back to you a billion fold. I cannot tell you words to say a correct “thank you” or that “we love you too”. We know she was loved - He was glorified. We know you, YOU reading this, are loved just as much. Amen. Know this above anything else. What you have seen here is Jesus Christ. He is alive and loves you all. If you think you see us doing miraculous acts of love, what you really see is Jesus in us. Without Him, none of it matters. We are never accidents. We are all loved from conception until we see our Maker. No matter what this faulty world says. Love, mercy, hope, and joy to you, forever.
Thursday at 7:33 a.m.
Whitson has returned! He spent the night with his Mom and Dad!!! He has been amazing through it all. Eating breakfast and watching blaze and the monster machines.
For all that have prayed for our daughter:
After Lydia was born, the nurses explained that her head looked much better than it should have and that her head was in better condition than expected. There were many miracles along the way, but this was the beginning of a two-night experience with our baby daughter that changed the lives of those that met her (in life and online). In her 36 hours, she surprised us all with what she was able to do, her personality, and with her perseverance to fight for more time with her family.
When she was born, Layne got her, and she was perfectly happy until she heard my voice. At the sound of my voice, she all but jumped out of Layne's arms to get to me. The Nurses said this was something Lydia should not be able to do - not only the strength of a 1 pound 13 ounce newborn but the sheer will for her to find her mother right after birth. Also, according to the doctors, she shouldn't even recognize my voice.
There were a lot of things we were told along the way (from conception to birth) that just did not happen - She "should have" not been able to do a lot, but it was as if she was prepared for these fleeting moments as well. We were told 1) she would be a vegetable, 2) she would not feel or comprehend, 3) she would not live long (mixed messages on this), 4) and there were various hopeless messages about her condition and how we should prepare ourselves for the "worst". Losing your baby girl is hard enough. Hearing the desperate circumstances made it a sheer emotional rollercoaster of unexpected blessings. Blessed beyond belief with the reality that there were so many things Lydia could do that the Nurses and Doctors just sat back in amazement at, as the parents we sang and talked to her for the whole 36 hours.
We left everything on the table, we spent every last moment and ounce of energy on her, and we loved every last second.
There was one moment where a nurse came in and gave us only one hour to say our goodbyes. Lydia was gasping, fighting, slugging it out with every twitch of her lungs. She fought for an hour, we cried harder than I ever have known, and afterward, her color came back. The nurse gave up and left us alone with our baby who started interacting with us on a level that was said to be impossible with her condition - smiling, cocking her neck at each of us when we spoke, and smiling everytime we sang "Jesus Loves Me" to her. She had been doing a lot of this, but her ability to breath increased dramatically and her ability to perceive what was going on was immense. She kissed all over me, snuggled for two nights, and ever nurse sat in awe that she was interacting with us, knew our voices (we talked to her a lot in the womb), and she moved towards us every time we spoke.
Every time Layne would take her, she would move her head around, cock her neck, and even try to get out of his hands to get back to me. Layne would laugh, and we had a joke that she was a mommy's girl. Layne would sit beside me, talk to her, Lydia was happy to hear him but didn't want anyone but me. She made that well known. Nurses were stunned when they had to take her out of my arms. They gave her right back and were amazed.
When she was in my arms, she would smile, and her coloring would change so quickly. She knew and loved her mommy!
She did not like hats or having her right hand under her blanket. Her favorite things were having her ears rubbed by mommy and singing too by daddy! She would smile and happily coo to us. These are all things that she shouldn't know or be able to do according to her diagnosis! She fought for every moment we got to spend with her, and we were very blessed with 36 hours! It was a miracle; her life was a miracle! In her last moments, she cried for just a second, and then smiled up so big, as if to say that she was sad to leave us but so happy to go with Jesus. Her testimony is her ability to do the impossible, her strength to hold on and give the gift of time with family, and the knowledge that there is peace in passing to the arms of the Savior of the world.
We know there are so many people out in this world that don't think they are worth anything. They are. God looks down on every one of us, smiles at us, interacts with us, and through our time is fleeting here on Earth, we will all go to Him at some point; This is a given; This is a promise to all of us. We have learned that it is the life in your time, not the time in your life that counts. It is the love, grace, and mercy we show to each other that counts. It is the care we give and leave behind that matters.
Layne and I wrote this together. We believe Lydia's life will touch so many lives because we cannot help but tell the love of Christ when we speak of her. She was a miracle in so many ways. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for your care. May God give to you what you provided to us. We hope people know the name of Jesus and God's love for us all, through the story of Lydia.
Isaiah 61:3 “…to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.”
May peace be upon you. Lydia’s testimony in her 36 hours was a flood gate of love and mercy - a peek at what God’s will is for all of our lives - that we my know each other as He knows and loves us. Unconditional. Unfathomable. Unrelenting love for all of us, no matter where you find yourself or how long you may live... or even what you do. God’s love is a flood that we all wade through and are blown away by. It isn’t our job to hand it out in measurements. There is no measurement to a dam breaking. It just takes you away in a never ceasing gushes of mercy. Peace. Peace. May we all find that peace in Him. You are loved. No matter what.
My Dearest Lydia,
Your brother's third birthday is today. It is such a cheerful occasion as we place it at the zoo and invite all of his friends over to celebrate his life on earth. It is a bitter sweet moment because as we celebrate his waking moments, we long for yours. Whitson Layne McDonald is our first born. He is a prince of a boy, very smart, loves to read, and loves to beat me up when we wrestle (almost every night). He is the best big brother anyone could be blessed to have.
In our tense days of dealing with your illness, your birth defect, we ask God countless times for peace, comfort, and to heal you. As your brother's friends gather to party, play, and to support us in our efforts with raising your brother and taking care of you, I am reminded of what the bigger picture might be. We have been able to talk to so many people from all different "walks of life", because of you, Lydia. Because of the God we love and believe in that says you are loved.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble” (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4).
I have thought about this a lot, my Dearest Child. Our pain, our celebrations, all the experiences that we gather throughout life is not for us alone. No, it never really is just for us. You see, I have come to an undetanding that God, the greatest of all, has plans for our experiences. He wants us to touch, love, and help as mpnay people as possible, in His name. He wants us to share your life, our son's life, our lives with others. My alone time writing to you, my time praying over you in your mommies belly, and the times I publicly talk about you to others are for there education as well. It is all, in some strage way, for God's glory to glorify us as his Children.
You see? Your life is not pointless at all, as some Doctors have tried to make you. Your life in your mommies belly, as quick as it might be, will be for eternity. Because, people will know your name. Because they know your name, they will know our faith in God. Jesus Christ, God's son who died for us all will be glorified because we simply said yes to letting you live, my Dear. You are a live, you have a heartbeat, and your move and cary on like a happy child every day. You don't magically appear a birth. You have been with us for six months, since conception. We love you. We respect you. We laugh for you and cry for you, because, well... you are real.
You are our little daughter, Lydia Dianne.
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand” (Isaiah 41:10). (God promises to be with you and get you through this time of intense disappointment and loneliness.)
Whitson, your brother, has made our lives so much richer with love. His smile, his frowns, and his experiences on earth make a man and woman think about life a little differently than before. Big things become small. Small and simple blessings become big. We stare at grass differently than before. We stop and experience things that we might have walked by before. His birthday is the grandest of all, because though we do not want him to think his is better than others on his birthday (like some think birthday's defile children), we want him to know that this day was the day God granted us him. This is a miracle. A healthy child.
Because of you, Lydia, we celebrate you with Whitson on his birthday, because we understand that the chances of you having an actual normal birth is few and far between, we pray for your healing, your birth and life. We thank God for Whitson, who is a very health, strong, vibrant soul that loves life to the fullest. We want to celebrate his blessing in our lives. We want to show God that we will focus on the blessing we do have and not on the clouds that may or will come.
Lydia, if I have the blessing to get to raise you, I would teach you to look up, and not down. Look at the bright and not the dark. Life happens. Storms roll. There is nothing you can do about the bad things that happen in life. All you can do is make a choice: Am I going to get through this with a good or bad attitude. You still will have to go through it, you will still have to travel the distance, but the demeanor in which it happens is our outlook on life. We, your mommy and daddy, chose to look up. Always.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me” (Psalm 23:4). (Depend on His guidance to lead you out of that dark valley.)
The cake, ice cream, and all the children laughing at your brother's birthday party is a sound of heaven, I am sure. God grants us these glimpses into peacefulness and serenity to let us know that He is taking care of everything, behind the scenes. We might not see the next second in life, but we can be sure to trust him with everyone we have not seen, because we know of what He has done with what we have seen. Does that make sense, my baby girl? God is in control.
There has not been one moment of this process that He didn't know would come. He knew we would say yes, hold on tight, and prepare for the most happy and sad moments. He knew that we knew Him and that you would be safe with us for these moments on Earth. Though we have cried, screamed, and asked for it to pass and to heal you, He knew that we would be faithful. We might not have known all of this would come to pass, but He did.
The pain is still there, my sweet child, as I pray every day for your health. The tears still come, baby girl, but they are fewer and farther between now. It is not because I care less, but because there is a healing and strengthening knowing that God is in control and you have a might purpose, just like your brother. On this day, his birthday, we remember the love we have for both our babies, that are living here on earth. In a blink of an eye any of us can be gone for good. It is only God that we can trust on and lean on beyond all understanding.
I love you, Lydia. I will always love you.
People will know our faith and the God that loves, because of you. People will know that they have worth, no matter what, because of you.
P.S. - Happy Birthday, Son. If someday you read this, I want to let you know you are the biggest blessing in our lives. Never forget your worth; you are priceless.
Psalm 23:4 “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
(This has always been a favorite passage for anyone suffering through pain and loss, as it reminds us that God is always with us. He knows what it is like to walk through the valley of death, so he is quick to comfort us. The Lord wants to take away our fear as well, as his perfect love casts out fear.)
My love, it has been a long road, but too short at the same time. This valley keeps going and with no physician giving us new news of hope. It is trying at times, when the lights go off, when the silence happens, and the mind wonders - It is rough behind rough, dark beyond dark, and the pain is so deep and wide I can't stop the tears flowing at night. I am glad your mommy sleeps so deeply because I would waker her up every hour at times... Sleep is not so dear to me anymore as I even dream of you, my dearest. My love.
Matthew 5:4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
(Part of our human condition and existence is the fact that we will suffer loss during our lifetime. Here in the passage commonly referred to as the beatitudes, the Lord reminds us that all those who mourn will be blessed and comforted. If he takes care of the birds of the air, how much more will he offer us consolation when we need it.)
I know God will take care of US. I want him to take care of YOU. The way I understand the words "take care of" is so shallow compared to his infinite ways, but at times I feel like I could care less. I want him to do what I pray, what I desire, what I wish. But He is much greater than I and even though I am merely a beggar at his feet, I pray He would just heal you right now - but that is foolish.
Who am I? I am His servant and this is not His fault. It is the human nature in us all to have faults, flaws in our DNA, and sometimes things just happen. Life is not perfect. This is why we mourn and moan for something more. Something great that is out there.
I have read a scientists paper a few times about how he is sure that the human body was made somewhere else. He was positive, without a shadow of a doubt, that all other creatures were adaptable to Earth, because they have found a place on Earth to thrive on. Humans are the only creatures that need extra protection from the elements in some way or another. We are the only beings on Earth that cannot survive here without shelter, clothing, and other needs... He was right. We were made for somewhere else. I believe this with all of my heart.
Science explains this experience we are having with you, Lydia. Doctors declare you are alive. Scientist declare you are alive. Only the measly bought out scum of the earth that have political agendas and turn your life into a point that want to make without true science (or anything else for that matter) backing them. They have no voice in your life, Lydia. God is the One that brought you to us. We will declare your life, for God's glory.
You are a precious baby girl; a child of God. Let it be know that no matter who you are, where you are, how hopeless you are, God loves you. Therefore we love you. My dear.
My Dearest Lydia,
Time passes too fast. These moments have become a meditation of mine for the past few weeks. Loved ones have been praying, supporting, and comforting us. The overwhelming support for your situation and our undying resilience to love you until God takes you home has been overwhelming. It isn't that we think God will heal you just because we ask; we don't think our Creator is a genie that grants wishes. We do, however, believe God can do what He wants and He says He gives His loved ones their hearts desires. I don't know what that desire is right now (whether it is for you to be here with us or to go home to God for the sake of whatever might lie in wake for your earthly life). Only God can say what these reasons are right now. But, I do know time moves too quickly and soon our time with you will come to a close... or begin... My dearest baby girl, these days of anguish I will miss in a few weeks or months. I will miss you being here the most, good or bad.
1 Corinthians 15:52-57 “in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
Dear My Dearest Lydia, it has been a while since my last post. Life happens. We move forward. We learn to live with the pain, hardships, and we must push forward. Knowing that this time will be like dust in the wind, that Jesus will be back, and all pain will subside, this is a hope that all of us must have. This world is too much, it's also dark, and at times our frail bodies fail us at the point of absolute "musts".
We must push forward. We must live our lives. We cannot be confined to the past or future. We must be present in our lives, living the here and now, and at times this is the hardest thing to do. I want to hold you in my arms, to love you, and these moments will come. I want to walk you down the aisle for your marriage, but your wedding may never happen. Doctors give you no hope, but I have Hope that God is bigger and will carry us all through these darkest of days. So, I must strive to be the best husband, best father to your brother, and love you with a hum or a song at night in your mother's womb.
I cannot be consumed even with the end of the world and the trumpets. That will come. The here and now will come and go without any way to return, and so I strive to be here for your mommy and brother. I strive to be present with many failures along the way. I drove myself into work, pushed myself into building a studio, and left my family behind - mostly because of the pain. But, I find comfort and love in those moments and must return, for your mom's sake. I must be a husband and father, first. I must be a child of God and allow life to come into my soul; I must not hide anymore.
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
I can now rejoice knowing that you are close to God, God is in me, and therefore, you are closest to me that I have ever known. You're soul, spirit, essence, is in me, because God is. You are my dearest, Princess. The tears come and go with knowing that you are coming very quickly into this world... and you might be leaving just as soon. What is a father to do, but to protect and love the ones that are here right now. Taking care of your mother is taking care of you, my love. My dearest Lydia Dianne.
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
I had a dear loved one tell me that if the death of his child or grandchild didn't get him to heaven, he didn't know what would. That is so true in my life as I see your little body growing and coming into the world fast. Too fast. I will see you in heaven someday, my love. I will march harder in this life by loving harder, breathing deeper, and looking at the mundane as the miraculous. I must live this life as if it is my last breath as if I am living for God as if I have a purpose; to see you at the end.
My primary purpose as anyone is to proclaim God's love for us all. My second is to get my family to heaven with the example I leave behind. But, my dear, you are an active force in my life. I will see you in Heaven after our long or short time together. I will see you.
People seem to care more about their pets than babies these days, my Love. Not your mom or dad. We love you with all our being. It has been disheartening at times when "pet lovers" tell us that they don't understand us deciding to go through the financial struggle we are putting ourselves through. Where are the "people lovers"? They would keep a dog alive until the very end, no matter what the issue might be. They would go to the ends of the earth to take care of a dying pet, but not a baby. For shame.
Let us all give thanks to life. Let us all protect life, no matter what. Your life is a gift to my life, Dearest Lydia. Do you know why? Your creation created in me a desire to love my God harder than ever before, and I will spend my life telling people to you - and in that, I will be showing people my God and my Lord. You made me a better child of God. Thank you.
When we give in to death and say yes to lesser things, that is a terrible place for a soul to find itself. Let us love human lives and souls first.
2 Corinthians 1:5 “For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.”
My Dearest Lydia,
Suffering is an interesting beast that won't let go to our physical nature, as human beings. It exists at all waking moments. The level is almost unrecognizable at times, but it is there. We share abundantly in Christ's pain, and comfort, and it is the nature of this life, my dearest love, my little girl. My dearest Lydia...
2 Corinthians 13:11, “Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you.”
So, I am given comfort that the Holy Spirit in us can comfort each other in the darkest of days, and this is what your mom and I have experienced. The love is immense. When words do not suffice, the love, the mercy, and the comfort do. The people that have come to our aid. These are the vehicles God has given us to get through the toughest moment of our lives and marriage - losing you before we even see you; before we hold you.
We pray and hold on to the wish of brining you home, loving you, watching you grow up, dancing on my shoes, walking you down the isle... you see, my mind has to stop here, because I go beyond and behind the cross - where I do not belong. Christ Jesus took it all on the cross. He took this wight that is too much for a human to bare, to live through, we cannot do it. Jesus is the only one that has the ability to pull us from these pains of "what might be" and bring us back into sanity so that we can live in the here and now - the only moment we can experience what really matters.
Revelation 21:4 “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Hope—the Lord reminds us here about the second coming of the Lord, and the ultimate hope and comfort we will experience upon his return. At that point, he will wipe away all of our tears and offer us the relief and reassurance we need. He will take away our mourning and our loss, as death will finally be defeated. On that day, we will be able to rejoice fully knowing that all of our former suffering will be behind us forever.
I wish this could be now, dearest, but do I really... Do I? I would miss your brother's growing up, watching him walk down the isle and take his future wife's hand, to watch him grow into a man with prom on his mind, to talk to him about girls and life... Oh, my dear, I wish you well, I wish for you to come home, I love you so much... I cannot say these things to you in person. I cannot say this because I would not get the words out of my mouth. I would break your mommy's heart. So, I write. I pray my soul reaches yours. I pray my words reach your heart and soul. I pray Jesus reads every word to you while sit on His lap.
I keep thinking that I can have you sit on my lap. I pray I can tell you of His ways, but He might bring you to Him sooner rather than later, and you can sit on His. He can tell you about us...
Oh, the words of God comfort me so in these times, my dear. My love...
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:6-7
My Dearest Lydia,
The only thing that calms my soul in preparation for you, my Dear, is prayer and reading the Bible. I have searched, and searched, and searched for man's words, poems, and brilliant sayings, but nothing comes close to God's own words, for me. Like the verse above, however, it is one thing to read it and another to live it. I guess this is the struggle of being a finite creature; the issue here is being human and not being able to automatically shut off your mind to the trials and tribulations that have befallen and are yet to come.
My Dearest Lydia,
We started a fundraising campaign for you and your medical needs yesterday, and the outpouring of love keeps overflowing. To be honest, ever since we learned about your condition (about two weeks ago --- feels like a year) the love has been bigger and broader than we could have ever have thought. You are loved, my Dearest Little Girl. You are loved because people are kind and they care. God made us this way. Sometimes we get caught up in the rat race of life, but this whole journey with you has brought me back from the lofty self-righteous trips I have been on - the stupid ways I did not see before. God's graces cover us all in our imperfections, I am sure.
“The Lord is near to those who are broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
My Dearest Lydia,
I was in a dark place yesterday. I came to Christ in such pain and despair that He gave me this thought about you. I cannot let the pain consume me. I cannot let the sorrow destroy my future and what God has for your family. He comes to us in the most troubling of times, he comforts those that He loves, and I believe you are more loved than I am, for you are so comfortable and peaceful in your mommies belly right now. No pain. No suffering. You have no clue what this world aches for you. That is a blessing. I have to find that peace, myself, in Christ. The only one that can fully understand the hope that is waiting on the other side of this billowing cloud of grief.
“In bitterness of soul, Hannah wept much and prayed to the Lord.” I Samuel 1:10
Today we got our second look at your situation, Lydia. My Dearest Lydia. It is good to know that God is faithful in all things, and it is ok to have bitterness, like Hannah, who was desperate to have a child herself. When finding out the extent of your human condition, it is nice to know that Prophets and Godly people in the Bible were mad at God and it was Ok, because they also listened to what God said back to them.
To make a donation to the Lydia campaign, please www.gofundme.com/DearestLydiaclick on the button, or here and donate. Every dollar will go towards helping Lydia and Miranda, and to help the family with preparations for her arrival. This blog will serve as a future testimony of a Father, a Mother, and their undying love for a little girl named Lydia.
Our daughter, Lydia Dianne McDonald, was diagnosed with a terminal condition called Anencephaly. It plainly means she an unfinished scull and her brain damaged, making her not able to live outside the womb. These are my letters to my daughter and how I would try to explain this to her and my own soul. This is my letters to God and my daughter.