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.
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.