Today I went for another check up with the specialist, and I have no other words to describe said check up but these: Praise Jesus, He is good. God is really the Great Healer.
I'll keep you in suspense a moment longer while I post adorable pictures of my highly photographed son:
I'm not sure how the image translates here (I'm useless when it comes to our home scanner and these are pictures of the ultrasound taken on my phone), but they were cute enough to post anyway!
Back to the appointment! I'll be honest, in a lot of ways I prefer meeting with the specialist to meeting with my regular doctor at times, so I was looking forward to today. These specialists are, well, specialists, and so I always feel a little more informed when I leave this office. Today was the exception in a fantastic way!
After just about passing out during the ultrasound (apparently laying on your back for long periods of time cuts of your circulation during pregnancy. Woops.), I met with the doctor. She told me that Declan looks perfect. In fact, everything looked perfect.
The unidentified mass which started all of this craziness in the first place-- the mass they'd tentatively identified as a fibroid-- apparently may not have been a fibroid at all. It seems to have completely disappeared. She said she couldn't explain it, but that it was only good news. She went on to say that the brightness on Declan's bowel had also completely resolved itself. On top of all that, apparently one of the other doctors had noted they'd spotted some sort of prominence on Declan's brain. Nobody ever mentioned this to me, praise God, because I definitely would have been worrying then. She said she couldn't find that anywhere either. She looked through all of my previous ultrasound pictures and had no idea what the doctors were even seeing, because he looked perfect. Unless it was my carefully regimented diet of cookies and milk, there is no real medical explanation for all of this.
His growth is more than right on track (he's four pounds as of today, and he's been bonding with Mommy's lungs as of late), and all of his organ scans look excellent. She said she couldn't explain how it happened, but that I officially have nothing to worry about. In fact, barring some other complication, this was my last check up with the specialist!
I cannot express how thankful to the Lord I am right now. In my daily weakness, I let doubt and anxiety creep into my heart. I've found myself putting more faith in unclear indications on ultrasounds and clipped notes from busy doctors than in God's assurance to me that Declan is HIS child. The thing I repeatedly forget is, as much as I already love my precious baby boy, God loves him more. And as much as I might think he's safest in my arms, he's never left the Lord's. What tangible creatures we are; how ruled by concrete notions and logic are we. Praise the Lord for His unseen touch. Praise the Lord for the wise doctors and medical attention He's provided me and my son, and most of all, Praise the Lord for who He is.
Amen! Hallelujah! God is sooo good! Always remember to give Declan to God.....ESPECIALLY while you are in labor. I found that doing that gave me a peace and made labor more durable and I knew everything would go as God planned. That is probably the best advice I can give after experiencing pregnancy & labor. Remember Declan is HIS first and yours second and He will continually bless your pregnancy!
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