My sweet Parker Penny before her appointment.
All these moments we take for granted with our children. I tried desperately to hold myself together all morning as we prepared for her appointment. Every anxious, negative thought I wished away in the name of Jesus.
She cried as I held down her legs; the X-ray machine hovered above her. It's hard to see a tiny baby in a cold sterile hospital room with heavy duty equipment.
We waited for our Dr. to come in and share the results. I could see her X-rays pop up on the computer...I stared at the image of her bones and wished I could interpret what it meant.
The Dr. came in and I couldn't help it...I started crying before she shared the results.
"Her left hip looks normal, but her right is slightly off compared to a baby with normal hips. But for a baby with hip dysplasia it looks pretty good. I wouldn't be too concerned about it."My emotions were in a quandary. I was ecstatic that I wasn't bringing my baby home in another brace, but wait...her right hip isn't perfect? My heart sank. And immediately I started getting anxious because we weren't doing anything about it. And we go through this again in 3 months. And again and again until she's a teenager.
But I scooped up my baby girl grateful this day was going to be like the previous days. Grateful that I didn't have to learn how to hold her again with a contraption spreading her legs apart. Grateful I wasn't going to have to buy a special car seat. Grateful I didn't have to go through the frustration of changing a diaper with her in a brace again.
So here I am; a juxtaposition of joy and fear.
This is where I learn to trust. And wait. And pray. And be thankful. Repeat.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 14:27)
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