A Piece of Peace

Baby Girl is a few days from being one month old. On one hand, the carefree days before parenthood feel like they were ages ago. But at the same confusing time, it seems like just yesterday I was laying in the hospital holding this fresh, squishy baby. A lot has happened in this one month. A lot has changed. Or maybe I have changed a lot. 

Little Muffin has been to the doc more during the last 30 days than I have been in my life. Yesterday was another visit to add to her list. We went to the hip doc for a check on her harness. Our last visit wasn't my favorite. The doc said if there wasn't improvement by today, she would replace the soft harness with something more rigid. And...that is precisely what happened. The doc didn't see the improvement she wanted so she moved Little Girl into a brace made of hard plastic and foam. 

For the last week we have been shamelessly recruiting prayers from friends, acquaintances and even a couple strangers. I didn't want her to be in something more uncomfortable. "Welcome to the world. You've spent 9 months in a tiny space and now you are out here where you still aren't allowed to stretch." But once again, the one struggling with this isn't the resilient little poop machine...it's me. The new brace isn't nearly as bad as the Internet said it would be. And we have high hopes that this will do the trick. 

Our prayer wasn't exactly answered the way I hoped it would be. I envisioned walking into the office and hearing the doctor say, "Hip dysplasia? What hip dysplasia?" That wasn't exactly how things went. I will say, however, we experienced a miracle. After the last visit I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. The doc was talking about casts and surgeries and it was all I could do to hold my composure until we got to the car where I proceeded to slip into a tear-filled funk. Today, though, eventhough things didn't go the way we had hoped and eventhough the doc talked more about scary sad stuff like casts and surgeries, we left feeling peace. Not a dump truck full of peace but a piece of peace and that, my friends, is a miracle. 

Thanks for the prayers and keep 'em coming. We go back on Tuesday for another check and are praying for an awesome result.