Saturday, January 14, 2012

We wait

We have been waiting for the arrival of grandbaby # 14. It was a time of giddy anticipation. We waited to find out whether it was a boy or girl. It was a boy!! A brother for Zachary, another son for Jena & JC. Grandson #7 for Kevin & Sherri, evening the count out with the girls.
But wait, the kidney appears to be enlarged. We will wait and see what the next ultra sound shows. It may resolve on it's own, we are told, but follow up ultra sounds showed even more enlargement. A pediatric urologist was consulted, he said, "we will wait and see what happens after he delivers, do another ultrasound.

After Lyndon arrived, on Friday, we waited to see if he would urinate, and he did, filling the diaper to that "can't hold any more bulging point". We relaxed, thinking, it had resolved itself, an answer to our prayers for him. And then we waited for the after delivery ultra sound which confirmed it is still enlarged, even more now. That was Tuesday, he is 3 days old.

Wait!! we still have to wait until Friday to talk with the doctor about the results of the ultrasound. Hopeful, but worried as moms and grandmothers are prone to do, they wait for almost 2 hours to talk with the doctor, who explains the enlargement continues, and recommends a scope procedure to "see" what is going on.

The family back home have been calling to check in on him and see how we are all handling the waiting. They will fast and pray for him, as we will. We will wait for JC to come home to have prayer to break our fast, the family calling to join us on Skype. Waiting is best done together.

This post finds us still waiting. For Monday morning, where Jena will be able to walk with him to the double doors of the O.R. where she will put hand him to the doctors, anesthesiologist, and
nurses to take care of. Then she and JC will return to the waiting room to wait.

Waiting is a strange state in which to find yourself After the wait is over, you find the learning you receive during a wait is often better that getting to what you were waiting for. I find that waiting, especially when a loved child is the object of the waiting, you become humble, and turn to the Lord, and actually hear Him. I suspect he has been waiting on me to turn to Him. I hope to not keep Him waiting so long.