Friday, April 22, 2011


We went to Children's Hospital.
We checked our sweet girl in.

They took us back for her kidney ultrasound, and despite being pain free, she screamed through the entire thing. Thank God it was a short process, and she calmed down once she was back in my arms.

Then THIS!

I knew as soon as I saw it that she was going to be strapped down.

My heart raced.
My heart broke.
I knew my baby was going to be terrified.
We got her changed into her hospital gown.

There's not many things more pitiful than seeing your baby in a hospital gown.

The nurses were wonderful!

They explained exactly what was going to happen, and we were able to stay with Becca the entire time.

We had to wait a few minutes, so we took the opportunity to pray.
To pray for Becca, the doctors and nurses, and to pray for strength & comfort for us.

From start to finish, the VCUG procedure only lasted five minutes.
Relief washed over me when it was complete and I could pick her up.

The physician's assistant was able to tell us immediately that there was no reflux.
Again, another wave of relief.

We got her changed - clothes back on - and after a short snack, we were on our way home.
I prayed again as we walked down the halls toward the parking lot.
I thanked God for my healthy baby.

And then, as we were walking out the front door, we passed a little boy with his parents.
A little boy in his pajamas.
A little boy who had a mask over his face.
A little boy who had only wisps of blonde hair on top of his head.
A little boy who was hooked up to IVs.
A little boy with cancer.

It broke my heart.
I fought back tears.
I felt overwhelmed with guilt.
I thanked God again that we were able to leave that place with the knowledge that our little girl was healthy.

As I layed in bed last night, I couldn't get the image of that little boy out of my head.
How do parents deal with that?
How do they watch their baby fight against a horrible disease?

So, again I prayed.
I prayed for that little boy.
I prayed for the doctors & nurses that treat him.
I prayed for that horrible cancer in his body.
I prayed for his mom and dad.

1 comment:

Trish said...

I know how you feel. I remember when Sydney was in the hospital 3 years ago and we weren't sure what was wrong with her. Naturally we were worried but we were so relieved when we only needed medication. We knew we were the lucky parents at the children's hospital.