Cathy is in the local ER getting Annabel checked because, as seems typical for ALL children, it's the weekend, and she's seeming a little sicker with her cold. This evening, the wait until Monday morning (when she could bring her to the peditrician's office) started sounding a lot further away than she was comfortable with.
Please pray that it's a quick visit and that they don't have to stay there long. Cathy hasn't gotten nearly enough sleep the past several nights.
Also please pray for: easy and painless labwork, patient nurses and doctor who are good at listening to everything Cathy needs to share, and again ... not a long stay. Unless an admission means Chona can flutter in and silently take care of everything Annabel needs, and Cathy can actually get a night of sleep! (Don't go telling her I'm praying for an admission ... I'm not!) But we both talked about sweet Chona this evening, and how she silently sneaked in and managed to do diaper changes, labwork, everything ... without me OR Mallorie waking up. So if Annabel can't go straight home, I pray for her to have Chona, or a Chona-clone!
In October 2006, we went for an ultrasound for our fifth child, and were told that our daughter probably had a chromosomal defect. We were urged to get an amniocentesis so that genetic testing could be done, “so the doctors will know what decisions to make.” The specialist told us that he suspected Trisomy 13 or 18, and if he was correct, then no OB would do a c-section because it wouldn’t make a difference for the end outcome. Besides, no surgeon would operate on her back (she had a meningocele – spina bifida), because “Trisomy 18 and 13 are what are called lethal conditions. They are incompatible with life.”
That’s how our story with her began, but it is most certainly not the end. As her amazing pediatrician said about examining her at birth, “I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me and said, I’m here for the long haul, chick.”