Christian Faith In the NICU
Nobody really talks about how hard it is to be a Christian in the NICU. People talk about faith like it should make this easier. Cleaner. More peaceful. Like if you trust God enough, somehow the grief won’t cut as deep. But that hasn’t been my reality. My reality is praying over monitors and oxygen numbers. Pumping milk at ungodly hours while my body still feels shocked by how fast everything happened. Walking into and out of a NICU instead of being home with my baby. I’m trying to hold onto faith while simultaneously feeling exhausted, angry, disconnected, terrified, numb, grateful, and completely overwhelmed all at once. And honestly? Sometimes Christian culture makes that harder. Because people mean well, but when you’re sitting beside an isolate watching your tiny baby fight to breathe, phrases like: “God has a plan,” “He won’t give you more than you can handle,” or “Just keep trusting Him,” can feel less comforting and more isolating. But what if I am overwhel...