That’s how I feel about the three amazing events that happened today – all before 9am!
First, how ’bout that rain? If you live in Central Texas you could hear the Hallelujah’s heard ’round the Hill Country. Awesome. We finally did have a “cool front” – from 105 to 75. Good stuff.
Second, my mom’s shoulder surgery went off without a hitch. She’s flying high on the pain meds and swearing she’ll be on a plane in two weeks for work. We’ll see. For now, we’re just super thankful it went so well. I’ll pray she’s a compliant patient for my Dad and Aunt and that they don’t have to hogtie her to the couch to slow her down. Mom, we love you.
Third, we received such good news at both the perinatologist and the new OB’s office, I seriously did cry this morning. For the record, that’s totally the hormones. The baby is now over a pound – hey, we’ve learned to celebrate the little things. The echogenic bowel is all but gone. And, here’s the kicker…that heartbeat that was so wacko, completely and totally normal. In fact, Dr. Harstad’s response was this…
“Wow, that’s incredible. I can’t explain that. Those don’t ever correct on their own. Kathryn, how do you explain it?”
My reply? “We’ve been doing a whole lotta praying.”
His? “I like that, keep doing it.”
I must interject here. There are three words that I never thought I would hear from Dr. H – fantastic, miraculous and amazing. Well, this morning we heard them in all in one sentence. As we looked in awe at that heart, a tear flowed from my eye. How does one explain something so amazing? I wish I could tell you it’s my faith, or the prayers, or a misreading from the last three ultrasounds…I just know that God was present in that room this morning, giving us some hope and allowing us to feel your prayers. It also gave me pause to think this, particularly after Dr. H said how good it was to hear some good news this morning, as the morning had been one full of bad news for other couples…
There was a roomful of anxious moms and dads in waiting this morning. We looked like a group of nervous little puppies. Flipping through magazines but not really reading them, making idle chit chat, avoiding eye contact. We all have our bubble that we’re trying to keep from popping. I know that this morning there sat a mom who was where I was 5 short weeks ago. She was probably freaking out. Scared. Anxious. Worried. So, as we left the office this morning, as happy as we were about the rain, the surgery and the good news, I took some time to offer up a moment of prayer for those moms.
Dr. H was a totally different doctor this morning. It seemed like way more good news than he expected. He did share he really thought this pregnancy was going in a totally different direction and he was gearing up to send me over to my new OB’s office for an early delivery. Today, we got orders to return in two weeks and we’re praying the good news keeps up. Thankful doesn’t even begin to describe how we feel today.
So, my new OB is really fantastic. She’s compassionate, sweet and experienced. I already miss Dr. Orth, but I know that God led us to the new practice (and a sweet nudge from my college roomie, Felish, who’s also an OB there). Felicia, if you’re reading this, just know that you’re my Plan B. If Dr. Weihs isn’t available, guess who’s delivering Baby W? Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And, Dr. W hasn’t ruled out a normal delivery. So, that c-section may not happen. We’ll just have to wait…and see.
Whew. Lot to digest this morning. Hopefully that’s enough to munch on until tomorrow’s top ten.