When Owen was born he went into the NICU immediately after birth for 9 days. He started to go into distress from being transverse and his blood sugar had dropped. Not to mention, my late-premee, as the nurses called him, was a whopping 8 lbs and 5 ounces and 21 inches long. Take all that turned sideways. Because he was transverse his lungs didn't develop fully. He came out and couldn't breathe. Throughout his stay in the NICU he had several xrays, ultrasounds, CAT scans and many, many other things that my poor baby boy was not ready for.
The day we were to leave the hospital, his doctor pulled me aside to tell me that on one of his ultrasounds of his head they found a cyst on his brain. She said this so very nonchalantly, as if I had not been dreaming already of how it was physically possible for me to sleep with my head in his crib all night to make sure he was still breathing. She says, just watch his development...have a good day. (Im sure she said it a lot nicer than this, but that is how I remember it went)
We brought him home and I was a wreck. Not sleeping plus constantly trying to measure how fast he is breathing (an impossible task) and now dissecting his every move and function wondering about his little head. I would stay awake at night and hold him and cry in prayer over his little body and his brain. We asked God to ease our (my) fears (craziness) and lead us to a place of peace. We knew that no matter what the outcome, our son was given to us for a reason and he was in God's hands. I am thankful to say that God did that for me. As many of you know, I am the worrier of the family. I worry, analyse, worry some more, obsess, and lose sleep over meaningless things let alone my son having a potential brain tumor. God eased my mind and I have been quite sane for the last few months. The doctor said at 6 months we would do another head ultra sound to reevaluate.
Last month at his 4 month check up, the doctor brought all those fears back. Its time to schedule his ultrasound to see what is inside there. We went ahead and did it a month early - which I later found out why. Here comes the tears and worrying again - I knew it was time to hit my knees to the ground again in prayer.
All week I had been wondering how on earth did they do a head ultrasound?? I have had quite a few - but on my babies. Do they take that nasty gel and rub it all over his head? Yep. Sure do. So Monday morning we headed back to the hospital, and since we had just been discharged about a week prior, it was a quick check in. The nurse was fantastic and she rubbed that goo all over his head and started scanning. They get all the scans from the soft spots. It was one of the most interesting things I have ever seen. This was the reason for the push up from 6 months to 5 months - my son's soft spots are almost closed and without them there is no ultrasound. I told my husband later, I don't know what I was looking at on that screen - but it was cool! He did awesome. Owen sat there for 20 minutes, never fussed, and let the technition do her thing. Happy momma.
Today, Owen had his follow up from the RSV and hospital trip. The doctor informs us that he got the results of his ultrasound. I was not prepared for this...but I have been working on keeping my tears in check....He said the valley that had the cyst was completely empty. It was gone. GONE. He said, we are not sure how it happens, but sometimes it just does. He told me I didn't have to worry anymore.
I was beaming. I know how it happens. We serve a wonderful God.
Tonight I will sleep easier. Tonight, once again, I will explain to my girls that our God is an awesome God and we have much to be thankful for.
The day we were to leave the hospital, his doctor pulled me aside to tell me that on one of his ultrasounds of his head they found a cyst on his brain. She said this so very nonchalantly, as if I had not been dreaming already of how it was physically possible for me to sleep with my head in his crib all night to make sure he was still breathing. She says, just watch his development...have a good day. (Im sure she said it a lot nicer than this, but that is how I remember it went)
We brought him home and I was a wreck. Not sleeping plus constantly trying to measure how fast he is breathing (an impossible task) and now dissecting his every move and function wondering about his little head. I would stay awake at night and hold him and cry in prayer over his little body and his brain. We asked God to ease our (my) fears (craziness) and lead us to a place of peace. We knew that no matter what the outcome, our son was given to us for a reason and he was in God's hands. I am thankful to say that God did that for me. As many of you know, I am the worrier of the family. I worry, analyse, worry some more, obsess, and lose sleep over meaningless things let alone my son having a potential brain tumor. God eased my mind and I have been quite sane for the last few months. The doctor said at 6 months we would do another head ultra sound to reevaluate.
Last month at his 4 month check up, the doctor brought all those fears back. Its time to schedule his ultrasound to see what is inside there. We went ahead and did it a month early - which I later found out why. Here comes the tears and worrying again - I knew it was time to hit my knees to the ground again in prayer.
All week I had been wondering how on earth did they do a head ultrasound?? I have had quite a few - but on my babies. Do they take that nasty gel and rub it all over his head? Yep. Sure do. So Monday morning we headed back to the hospital, and since we had just been discharged about a week prior, it was a quick check in. The nurse was fantastic and she rubbed that goo all over his head and started scanning. They get all the scans from the soft spots. It was one of the most interesting things I have ever seen. This was the reason for the push up from 6 months to 5 months - my son's soft spots are almost closed and without them there is no ultrasound. I told my husband later, I don't know what I was looking at on that screen - but it was cool! He did awesome. Owen sat there for 20 minutes, never fussed, and let the technition do her thing. Happy momma.
Today, Owen had his follow up from the RSV and hospital trip. The doctor informs us that he got the results of his ultrasound. I was not prepared for this...but I have been working on keeping my tears in check....He said the valley that had the cyst was completely empty. It was gone. GONE. He said, we are not sure how it happens, but sometimes it just does. He told me I didn't have to worry anymore.
I was beaming. I know how it happens. We serve a wonderful God.
Tonight I will sleep easier. Tonight, once again, I will explain to my girls that our God is an awesome God and we have much to be thankful for.
