Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I'm Peering Out from Under His Wings

Yesterday was Tuesday - I accompanied Ann and children to Huntsville.

We left in heavy flooding rain and drove home in sunshine.  Amazing.

Oh, those childbearing years.   The possibility of life inside your body - again - even more amazing.  Beyond amazing.  The image of that little bit on the ultrasound screen.  I thought it looked like a girl.  Ann laughs at me.

We have a small glitch in our thrill - our breathless anticipation of watching her/it grow.  Ann's calculations are that she's 8 weeks.  The baby measures 5 weeks 6 days.  Could be that Ann is off but she knows she isn't off 2 weeks.  She was too small to hear a heartbeat although the nurse pointed to it beating.

Ann will return next week to have another look - when hopefully the size will be more and we can have more assurance.

And this week John, in McDonough, 6 month old John, will return to the neurologist place for his eeg and bloodwork - just to make sure that his screaming fits/holding breath/seizures are just his temper and not brain related.  Has a 6 month old ever been to any anger management programs?  Awww, John, so cute - but you get so upset!

And then Andrew - seems he has some normal looking birthmarks which they call "cafe au lait" birthmarks.
Who knew?  and doctors pay close attention to them - and watch them - and in rare occasions they become Neurofibromastosis.  They count them and if there are several then they test a little bit more.
Good grief - just when all is smooth sailing, little glitches come up.

It just so happens that the pediatrician of Ann's children was the pediatrician of my children and is a personal friend of Charlie and me.  He's not worried about Andrew and doesn't expect the birthmarks to be anything but benign - still - have to watch.  

And Dr. Wheeler,  Ann's ob/gyn, was very relaxed about the size of Ann's baby - still no promises -
and don't we want promises?

Promise me no heartache, no disappointment, no pain.
Promise me comfortable and easy and smooth sailing.
Promise me no trials, no sadness, no sorrow.
Can't promise that.

Well, what promises can we have?

How about Psalm 91?

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the Shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."

For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with His pinions,
and under His wings you will find refuge; 
His faithfulness is a shield and a buckler.

There's more in this whole chapter.

Verse eleven reads:

For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.

This is the day.
Sunshine, a repaired lawn mower, and time to cut grass.

1 comment:

Rose said...

wish we could always get promises that would make us happy. God promishes to be with us and he is.hopefully the eeg will not show any additional concerns. take care Rose.