Normally I have fun and light-hearted posts but today I just need to share my heart.
About a month ago (on a Thursday) Taylor had her 4 month well child check-up...she was doing great...everything seemed fine...she was a happy baby and I had no complaints. She wasn't rolling over yet but no big deal. The nurse weighed her and measured her height and head circumference. When our pediatrician came in she wanted to measure her head again to make sure that the measurement was accurate. What for I wondered?...but didn't think much of it. Yep she got the same measurement. As we continued through the check-up the doctor stated that she was a bit concerned about the size of my baby's head....she suggested an ultrasound... What? An Ultrasound on my baby's head? Why?
The emotions started running and I could feel the tears welling up...all I could think was what is wrong with my baby?
She continued to show me the growth chart and her head circumference had significantly jumped while her body had made normal progress. She explained that Taylor could have fluid on her brain or a tissue mass causing it to swell or be rather large.
Are you sure? My baby who seems perfectly healthy? If she does...what does it mean?
We discussed a couple of other findings that could be a result of some kind of pressure or swelling in her head. After talking to my husband we scheduled an ultrasound for the next day and we started praying that nothing would show up and she would be healthy. We also prayed that if there was something that God would heal her.
Sometimes the waiting is the hardest part....our appointment wasn't until 4:15pm (Friday). My husband was trying to make sure that he was home from work so that he could go with me...as a family. I needed him for support and he needed me.
We get called to go back to the ultrasound room...it happens to be one of the same techs that had done one of my OB ultrasounds. A little comforting...I had at least met her before. There was lots of small talk but the whole time we really just wanted to know if our baby was okay. She did the ultrasound as Taylor cried laying on the bed. It just broke my heart to listen to her cry and there was nothing I could do because this was so important to finding out if she was healthy. Thankfully it was fairly short...I was able to hold her fairly still so that the images could be taken. Of course the tech can't tell you anything so we would have to wait to have the images read and we wouldn't hear anything through the weekend.
So we waited.
And prayed.
And waited.
And prayed.
(Along with our family, friends, and church).
Monday rolls around and still no word from the doctor.
Tuesday nothing again.
Do they realize what a family goes through while waiting for results?
Tuesday afternoon...I called to see if they had any results yet. I only got to leave a message with the receptionist and she told me I would get a call back. Of course...I wondered when? I had already been waiting several days and I didn't want to wait much longer.
Finally...Wednesday rolls around and the doctor calls.
She said that the results from the ultrasound were normal. She also said that there was nothing else to do at this point but we would continue to monitor her at her well child check-ups. YAY! Praise God! I couldn't wait to share the wonderful news with everyone. God answered our prayers!
We are so thankful for our healthy children and we make the most out of every moment we have with them. Taylor brings us such JOY and we count our blessings that the results were normal.
(We can't thank God enough.)