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!