A NICU, 125 Days, and a Mother’s Faith That Would Not Break

BY LESVI VAZQUEZ, UPLIFT COACH

​Good Friday is a day that asks us to look at suffering in its rawest form: pain, uncertainty, and sacrifice. It is a reminder that even in the darkness, there is hope—and that hope can lead to life.

I remember thinking, “not again.” We had already lost our son Benson at 21 weeks into my pregnancy. The fear, anxiety, and stress came rushing back.

But this time, I chose to trust God.

I remember declaring, “In the Name of Jesus, my baby will live.”

When I had the emergency C-section, that OR room was filled with angels in the form of an incredible team of nurses, NICU staff, and doctors. The room was so full, yet I felt covered.

Later that night, I was alone in my hospital room. Even after major surgery, nothing could stop me from seeing Jova. I wheeled myself down the hallway, determined. I needed to see him with my own eyes… to know that he was alive.

Jova was born at 23 weeks and 5 days, weighing only 1 pound and 5 oz. He spent 125 days in the NICU. He went through many surgeries, countless doctor visits, and therapy appointments each one a step in a journey filled with strength, faith, and resilience.

There were moments it felt like he wouldn’t make it… but we held onto hope. And he did.

Today, he lives a beautiful life. He is our miracle baby.

Jova has autism, and through him I have learned so much. Now, I pour that love and knowledge into other families through the Uplift program at LCCM, walking alongside parents who are facing their own battles.

Good Friday reminds me that even in the darkest moments, God is working. What feels like suffering can lead to life.

And for us, it did.

If you're in darkness, just remember:
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Sunday is coming.