Thursday night (around midnight), they arrive in Miami. Cheryl and Roselaure are the first ones off the plane and there is an ambulance waiting to take them to Miami Children’s Hospital with lights and sirens going.

She made it but she’s a very sick little girl.

Friday morning, my alarm goes off at 6:00. My phone rings at 6:05. It’s Cheryl, she’s in tears, hasn’t slept for 24 hours and is very worried about RoseLaure. She is also having a hard time getting in touch with RoseLaure’s parents (who are at Miami International Airport with the rest of the parents waiting for RoseLaure’s brother.) So, I called Johnny Carr from Bethany – who flew from Pennsacola to Miami just to be there “in case anyone needed help.” He found the parents and brought one of them (I believe Mom) to the hospital.

Friday night the surgeons did emergency brain surgery on RoseLaure and she was in critical condition. The initial estimate was that it was a relatively rare strain of bacterial meningitis.

On Monday, the doctors told her parents, “You might as well go back home to Indiana. There is a 99% chance that RoseLaure is going to be in a persistent vegetative state for the rest of her life.”

“Gulp.”

So, they took Stevenson (her brother) and went home. But they kept coming back and praying and hoping.

And healing began and 8 months later, we had a Haitian Adoption Reunion and RoseLaure sat on my lap. (More on that next time)

And she was fine. 100% on target for all of her developmental standards.

God is good, all of the time and God used a fast ride down the mountain and the care of many to give this little miracle a chance at a good life.