Tuesday, February 28, 2012
On this particular Tuesday morning a highly skilled individual will remove a small group of cells from a massive steel environmental chamber held at 77K, or -321°F. These cells have been frozen for years, in stasis from the moment they were placed into the cryopreservation bath.
As a hint of warmth creeps back into the cells, their metabolic process will begin again. Cells long dormant will stir and begin to grow: dividing, increasing, continuing what had begun before they were quenched. They may not survive the process though.
Nearly two years ago to the day, two similar, but not identical sets of cells underwent the same process. Reanimated after their cold sojourn and placed in a favorable environment, they multiplied and differentiated. The complexity of the embryos, originally held in the DNA, began to manifest itself as life blossomed. Stacy was pregnant.
Weeks went by. One of the tiny lives died. One did not.
Our daughter was born 226 days after that day in March. As part of her baby photo book, we have a picture that was taken by the doctor within minutes of her being taken from the nitrogen tank.
The risks are real, the stakes are high, and life and death are on the line.
Tuesday, we are praying that Jesus would guide the doctors' actions; That He would protect our child as it transitions from a harsh, cold sleep; That He would allow the child to grow inside Stacy; That He would be a comfort and peace for us whether the child lives or dies; and ultimately, that His will would be done to His glory.