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Daddy Hands

I awoke in the night to find my husband, Marty, gently rocking our baby son, Noah.

I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching this amazing man with whom I was so blessed to share my life, lovingly stroke Noah’s fat pink cheeks in an effort to comfort him.

I felt in my heart that something was seriously wrong with Noah. This was one of several nights Noah had been up, burning with a high fever.

Tears filled my eyes as I watched my beautiful husband move Noah’s little cheek up against his own chest, so that Noah could feel the vibrations of his voice. Noah is deaf. Learning to comfort him has brought on a whole new way of thinking for us. We relied on our voices, a soothing lullaby, audio toys, and music to comfort our other children. But with Noah, we need to use touch, his soft blankie, sight, the feel of our voices, and most importantly, the use of sign language to communicate emotions and a sense of comfort to him. My husband made the sign for “I love you” with his hand and I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he placed Noah’s tiny, weak hand on top of his.

We had taken Noah to the doctor more times than I can remember. It had been a week and a half and Noah’s fever remained very high and very dangerous, despite everything the doctor or we had tried. I knew in my soul the way only a mother can know, that Noah was in trouble.

I gently touched my husband’s shoulder and we looked into each other’s eyes with the same fear and knowledge that Noah’s wasn’t getting any better. I offered to take over for him, but he shook his head, and once again, I was amazed at this wonderful man who is the father of my children. When many fathers would have gladly handed over the parenting duties for some much needed sleep, my husband stayed stubbornly and resolutely with our child.

When morning finally came, we called the doctor and were told to bring him in again. We already knew that he would probably put Noah in the hospital. So, we made arrangements for the other children, packed bags for all three of us, and tearfully drove to the doctor’s office once again. Our hearts filled with dread, we waited in a small room, different from the usual examining room we had become used to. Our doctor finally came in, looked Noah over, and told us the news we expected. Noah had to be admitted to the hospital. Now.

The drive to the hospital in a neighboring town seemed surreal. I couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop crying. My husband reassured me that he felt in his heart that Noah would be okay. We admitted Noah and were taken to his room right away. It was a tortuous night, filled with horrible tests that made my son’s tiny little voice echo through the halls as he screamed over and over.

I felt as if I were shattering from the inside out. My husband never wavered in his faith. He comforted me and Noah, and everyone who called to check on Noah. He was a rock.

When the first batch of tests were done, the nurse informed us that a spinal tap would be performed soon. Meningitis was suspected. Marty and I had prayer together with Noah. Our hands intertwined, we held our son and the love of my life lifted his voice to the Lord, telling him how grateful we were for this awesome little spirit with whom he had entrusted us. With tears streaming down his face, he humbly asked the Lord to heal our son. My heart filled with comfort and gratitude.

A short time later, the resident doctor came in. He told us that Noah’s first results were back, and that he had Influenza A. No spinal tap was needed! Noah would recover and soon be back to his zesty, tornado little self. And Noah was already standing up in the hospital crib, bouncing like he was on a trampoline. My husband’s talk with the Lord was already being answered.

Marty and I grinned at each other through our tears, and waited for Noah to be released from the hospital. Finally, in the middle of the night, our own doctor came in and told us that it was fine to take Noah home. We couldn’t pack fast enough!

A few days later, I was cooking dinner. Noah was healing, slowly but surely. I felt at peace and knew my husband was the greatest father I could ever want for my children. I peeked around the corner into the living room, and chuckled at the picture I saw. There was my husband, sitting in his “daddy chair”, Noah in his lap. They were reading a book, dad taking Noah’s teeny hands to help him form the signs for the words in the book. They both looked up and caught me watching them, and my husband and I simultaneously signed “I love you” to each other, then to Noah. And then Noah put his little arm up, trying to shape his tiny hand in his own effort to sign “I love you” to his daddy. I watched with tears as my husband carefully helped him form his tiny fingers into the sign with his own gentle hands. Daddy hands.

By Susan Fahncke


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  • Sreelakshmi May 3, 2015, 6:58 am

    A touching, inspiring story.

    FANTASTIC

  • Farin May 19, 2014, 6:05 pm

    Fabulous… ♥

  • Rakesh February 8, 2014, 12:44 pm

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  • Gozie January 8, 2014, 8:03 am

    That’s inspirational.

  • Navya December 21, 2013, 4:34 am

    Love to read this, love can be in anyform, we need to share happiness even in Pain. Great thought.

  • Molly Namagembe September 14, 2013, 3:22 am

    So inspiring

  • Vartika September 6, 2013, 2:45 pm

    This is a very beautiful story… I was deep down in my thoughts while reading it..

    Truly.. it is something to inspire all the fathers.. They too can become soft hearted and love their children like a mother does..

  • Nelson August 16, 2013, 11:36 pm

    It’s so blessful to have such parents with strong faith. Most specially to have a sincere, humble father.

  • Abyb August 12, 2013, 5:20 pm

    Eeyaah, I feel very sorry 4 noah, but glory be to God with his wonderful and amazing parent.

  • Chris July 31, 2013, 7:42 am

    Truly amazing story. Brought tears to my eyes. God Bless all of you.

  • Grace July 25, 2013, 5:12 pm

    One’s required in life most importantly is Faith, Love and Patience. Good story.

  • Shailu July 19, 2013, 3:19 am

    Just loved it, very touching 🙂

  • Chitzzi July 15, 2013, 5:54 pm

    Wow…just what you wanna hear when your heart needs warming!

  • Pranitha July 13, 2013, 4:31 am

    Stories like these evoke feelings of strength, faith and courage. Hats off!!!

  • Stephen July 12, 2013, 2:30 pm

    Hello Julia! “Blankie” means “blanket”. “His soft blankie”: The small, soft, very comfortable baby blanket.

    Take care!

  • Julia July 12, 2013, 1:34 pm

    “But with Noah, we need to use touch, his soft blankie, sight, the feel of our voices, and most importantly, the use of sign language to communicate emotions and a sense of comfort to him.”

    What does “blankie” mean?

  • Saeed July 12, 2013, 3:20 am

    This is a really awesome inspirational story and I like this site very much.

  • Ifeanyi July 11, 2013, 6:15 am

    Really interesting

  • Navya July 10, 2013, 11:53 am

    Cute story… 🙂 with a lot of beautiful sentences… 🙂 I loved it…. 🙂 Thank you… 🙂

  • Ajay Nagnoor July 10, 2013, 6:59 am

    Great Story !

  • M.P.Das July 10, 2013, 12:36 am

    I am running short of words to express correctly the emotions which triggered in me as a father while reading the story..

  • Rich July 9, 2013, 11:11 pm

    Great story!!

  • Prasurjya July 8, 2013, 10:50 pm

    Cute and so moving..loved it very much.. Nothing is greater than love…it’s this love all crave for but lucky few achieves that..

    God Bless..;-)

  • Rajni Gohil July 8, 2013, 6:40 pm

    Love is the only law of life. Mother’s love is taken for granted. Very inspiring story will encourage many daddy to bring love in life.

  • Zoe July 8, 2013, 6:36 pm

    I thank you enough for teaching me a lesson to love my children everyday. This story is one of the best heartwarming ones that I have read so far. What a very loving and caring husband! A perfect picture of what God is like.. loving, caring, tenderhearted…

  • Joyce July 8, 2013, 2:09 am

    For sure father of the kid is a true servant of God.

  • Narsimha July 7, 2013, 12:44 pm

    Loving and caring act combined with sincere prayer to God really bring happiness to one and all. Action is more powerful than words. Loved this very much…thanks for sharing.

  • Aye Chan Aung July 7, 2013, 12:28 pm

    I really love this heart touching story. What a great father! The most important thing for a disabled child is loving kindness.

  • Nelson July 7, 2013, 12:01 pm

    Really touching…love is all that matters.

  • Camilia July 7, 2013, 11:42 am

    It is a very inspiring and touching story, I like it.

  • Sarala Pradhan July 7, 2013, 11:27 am

    Indeed a heart touching one.

  • Awwww July 7, 2013, 9:02 am

    So sweet and touching . . awwwww 🙂

  • TSK Raghu July 7, 2013, 8:42 am

    Evokes tender feelings. Nice. Tks.

  • Kirti July 7, 2013, 8:32 am

    Wow hats off to your husband … such a nice family 🙂

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