In a state of semi-awareness I rolled over beneath the warm blankets. The red glow of the alarm clock brought about the realization that it was Thursday. Day of Nora’s cardiologist appointment, and that it was 6:01, time to wake up. Simultaneously William’s phone began resounding its melodious harp alarm tone which indicates to the cat that it’s time to start meowing at the door. No chance of anyone accidentally sleeping in here. I wanted to frisbee the phone out the window and pull the covers up over my head. “Can we just fast forward over this day?” I wondered to myself as I enjoyed the tender shoulder massages from my husband. I had a quiet conversation with God before I eventually mustered up the motivation to swing my feet out of the bed and onto the floor,”Here we go.”
My anxiety was kept under control, but I had no idea what to expect from this appointment. No amount of worrying was going to change anything. Nora hadn’t been herself a couple of days ago, her oxygen sats had been questionable… What will they tell us? I went through the motions of getting myself and the big kids ready for the day, pausing every so often when I felt the ominous fog of fear and worry starting to creep in, “I TRUST you, Jesus, I TRUST you, Jesus, I TRUST you, Jesus…”
Kisses were tenderly administered to Gavin and Greta as they were shuffled up the street to a neighbor’s house from where they would catch the school bus. I’m so very thankful for the support of loving and accommodating neighbors!
The 40 minute drive to Children’s was uneventful and we got there just in time for Nora’s appointment. Upon exiting the elevators, we enter directly into the waiting area. I immediately noticed a kindly older woman sitting by herself in one of the chairs. She had a book in her lap and the most heart-warming smile on her face as our eyes met. I thought for a second that maybe she recognized me from my blog. She looked absolutely tickled pink to see us. I was immediately distracted from my apprehension as I smiled back at her. I picked Nora up out of her stroller to console her fusses while William checked her in with the receptionist.
“She’s a beautiful baby!” the woman commented.
I agreed, bouncing Nora in my arms, placating her cries.
“I can SEE the love you have for this baby,” she said, “You and her Daddy, you’re doing a great job with her.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. What a sweet thing for someone to say. I told her a little bit about Nora, not wanting to be presumtuous that she knew us from the blog. She had never heard of us, never heard of the blog, but somehow seemed like she had been sitting there waiting specifically for us, on a special assignment from God Himself. Her name was Shirley. I fumbled through my purse to find one of the cards I have made up with the blog URL on it to give to her. She gladly accepted it and asked me if there was anything at all that she could do for us. I asked her for prayer. There is a quote about entertaining angels without knowing it. In this instance it couldn’t have been more obvious. We bid her farewell as we were called back to the room for Nora’s echo. My heart was so warmed after that encounter, all fear was gone.
Nora behaved phenomenally for her echo. She was bright eyed and alert, just looking around as the tech moved the ultrasound probe over her tiny chest. She tolerated as much as she could before letting us know that she’d had just about enough. They got the information they needed and ushered us into another room where we waited to speak with the cardiologist. Our wait time was blessed by the precious company of Linda M. who peeked her head in the door right on cue! She is another such angel, but I know her well enough now to know that she does actually have a physical address on this earth! Hard to believe, but true!
We were having such a nice time with Linda that the time passed by quickly and before we knew it, it was our turn with Dr. Hirsch. We went over the past two weeks since we’d been seen last — Nora’s eating habits, any changes in her appearance, breathing, etc. There really wasn’t anything overt to report except her fussy Monday. (But who ISN’T fussy on Mondays?) In Dr. Hirsch’s opinion she looked great. She was developing and gaining weight just as she should. So then on to the echo results… I stood there with my hands tightly clasped, still in prayer for the results that already were. He explained that THERE HAS BEEN AN IMPROVEMENT IN THIS ECHO COMPARED TO THE ONE TWO WEEKS AGO!! The pressures have improved, as has the circulation of the blood and they are also hearing the murmur (which is a good thing with a VSD)!!! While there was no visible evidence that the hole has decreased in size, these are all indications that it IS decreasing! We don’t have to come back for another THREE WEEKS!! We shook hands and thanked Dr. Hirsch before he left the room to go on to his next patient. Happy tears were on auto-flow all over the place.
As if that weren’t enough awesomeness for one day – it only continued. We gathered our belongings, made our next appointment and headed toward the elevator. This was about two hours after we had arrived and met Shirley, yet there she was again. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she said she’d been looking for us. She had a little something for us, she said, and with that stuck an envelope in the pocket of my purse. Just as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone again. I was excited to see what she had given me and wondered what it was. Sweet Linda helped me out while William went ahead to go get the car. With my hands full of an EIGHT POUND NINE OUNCE baby girl I wasn’t able to look at the envelope until I got out into the car.
We hugged Linda goodbye and loaded up into the car. Eagerly I reached for the envelope that Shirley had given me.
I opened it up and there was a $50 bill inside. Speechless and even more convinced that she fell straight out of the sky and landed there in that waiting room especially for us. I showed it to William. Tears flowing. What an amazing, incredible, beautiful, perfect morning. THANK. YOU. GOD. Shirley, if you are reading this, thank you so very much! (I’m not sure if they have the internet in heaven!)
My three birds made an appearance late this afternoon!
Greta and Nora on a walk *by themselves* (wink)
Party rocker in the house tonight...
Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.”
(Mark 10:27 NIV)