The most gut wrenching feeling, the most anxious, the most nauseated I've ever been is walking down a hallway in Children's Hospital into a waiting room while my 7 month old son had a test to determine if his brain was malformed. My heart had already sunk. He had to be drugged so he would be still during the test. It seemed so abnormal for a baby to be poked, drugged, prodded, tested over and over.
His MRI is over and we are sent back to his room to wait..wait..and wait while a team of doctors review the results. It's late evening by this point. We're all exhausted and still in shock over what has transpired in a matter of 24 hours. No one is more exhausted though than the little baby who is still trying to muster a grin when you pay attention to him. After all he had been through in one day, his spirit was so peaceful, so joyful.
After what seemed like a lifetime and consistent on your knees type of prayer...the doctors did not hesitate. They've had practiced. The team turns the corner into the room as they begin to utter....it's normal." What did they say? I let my breath out. I'm not sure how long I had been holding it. Everything physically in his brain is just fine.
The most elated, the most joyous, the most thankful and the most relieved I have ever been was that moment. The problem was still there yes, but the outlook for his future just got much better.
