Praying for a Miracle

After our 20 week doctor's appointment we began to plan for our little angel. We threw around names, I shopped for nursery ideas, and Ike began to really dig the idea that we were going to have a girl. Everything was perfect....that was until the Monday after rolled around. About 5 days had gone by and I was organizing my classroom at the end of the day. My phone rang and it was a nurse from my doctor's office. I was a bit surprised to see the number pop up on the screen. When I answered she quickly let me know that the doctor had taken a second look at my sono pictures and everything looked normal except for the fact that she had a cyst on her brain. EXCEPT??? I went into panic mode. My heart began to race, I thought I was going to pass out, and I tried to pull it together until I got the details or lack there of. The nurse was very sturn and short letting me know that we had an appointment for the following Thursday and that it was essential that I got off work. I waited for details...none came. I began to get angry and upset. Why was she not giving me any details? I asked her several questions and each came with a short-to the point-answer. I hung up the phone and immediately called Ike. I'm sure I completely freaked him out seeing as though I was not, in any way calm or sane at the moment. He said he was leaving work immediately. When we got home, we both researched the internet up and down. We had family and friends researching as well. We sent out prayer requests and I found myself begging with God. I was desperate. It was by far the worst week of our lives. I would not wish that on anyone.  Thinking back I still do not see how we had enough energy to go to work everyday or much less pull our head's off our pillow every morning. Before we got to Thursday, we gave our angel a name. Kinley Alayne Anderson. We wanted her to have an identity. In some way we felt it would give her a better chance.

When Thursday rolled around, we woke up and anxiously awaited the doctor appointment. I lost it before we walked in, but Ike was so supportive and gave me the courage to go in. We did the usual...urine sample, weight, sitting in a dreaded empty room. Then in walked the doctor. He was a younger man and had a kind look about him.  I will never forget his words before he began the detailed sono.

Dr: "So have you been all over the internet researching?"

Me: "All the time"

Dr: Don't you know that internet is only good for 2 things?" It is good for sports and porn. Everything else should be left up to doctors."

We all cracked up and I knew he was the kind of doctor I liked....one who was not a robot. He was real, human, and just what we needed.

He very carefully checked each part of her body. Her arms, legs, hands, feet,  heart, spine, lady parts, and finally her brain. I think I held my breath as he looked carefully throughout. He looked at Ike and I and said "it's gone." There was no sign of a cyst anywhere. It was there before and now it was gone. He couldn't explain why it had gone away at such a rapid pace. Usually if they disappear, it is usually in the 3rd trimester or after birth.  I can only explain this in one way. PRAYER WORKS, MIRACLES HAPPEN, GOD IS OUT THERE. He told us he didn't want to see us in his office again and gave us a smile. We left the office and as the door closed I burst into tears. Ike and I sat outside the door for a few minutes and soaked it in. Our little girl is healed and healthy.