This past Wednesday, Will and I kept our bi-weekly schedule of heading back to a Duke facility. This time, though, it was for a regular checkup and it was for me. Sweet Will just got to hang out during my appointment. Thank goodness! I am positively thrilled that we haven't had him back to the doctor or the ER in over two weeks!
I also got to introduce our little miracle boy to the medical team that cared for us during the pregnancy. It was kind of tough being back in the office where we had faced so many fears and cried too many tears to count, but it felt so great to quietly sit in the exam room and admire my perfect little sleeping boy.
I remember sitting in those offices and rooms many times during the pregnancy and trying to envision what Will was going to look like. How badly were his femurs going to be bowed? Would he look normal? Would he be able to breathe? Was he going to live? The fear was enough to take my own breath away at times. Last Wednesday, though, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I did something I never knew that I would do. I walked through the doors of that office carrying my little boy. My precious little miracle. Praise be to God!
|Will sleeping in the Duke offices! :)|