Relief.

Whewwww...  It's hard to describe the range of emotions when you're thinking about your baby having an MRI.  It all began on Friday and for a few days, I didn't always hold it together so well.  And honestly, I tried to put it all out of my mind.  I knew that it was in God's hands anyway.  All I could do was pray.  And I found peace in that.  So Monday and Tuesday of this week, I was calm.  As calm as you can be knowing that something could be wrong with your child. 

But Alex was such a big boy!  He was SO still for the testing and we had the results within an hour.  All clear... perfectly normal.  Dr says it must be growing pains.  Or as I call it... "Rowdy Boy Syndrome".  (Did I mention that Alex was riding a bike without training wheels at 3½ and jumping ramps by the time he was 5?!)

As I was driving home today, I had such a mix of emotions.  I thank God that my baby is ok.  But I was reminded of something Shane used to tell me when we first met.  If I had a bad day, he'd always say that somewhere out there, someone had a fantastic day.  Be happy for them.  It was their turn for good.  Sometimes you get the good and sometimes you get the bad.  Balance.  And I couldn't help but think of other Mommas who might be in a similar situation.  And not all of them got the great news that we did today.  Pray for that Momma and her family.  For a short time this week, I could imagine how she feels... how terrifying it must be to know that something is wrong with your child.

Hug your babies!  I thank God for mine!