Thursday afternoon Hannah, my daughter, had her one month check-up (9 lbs. 7 oz. and doing well). While at the doctor Heather chatted a bit about the profuse projectile spit-up that Hannah tends to have. The doctor recommended an ultrasound on monday to rule out pyloric stenosis.
Friday morning, while in the waiting room at St. Luke’s on the Plaza before my mom’s surgery, I got a call from Hannah’s doctor’s office seeing if we’d be able to do the ultrasound that afternoon at Children’s Mercy (not far from St. Luke’s). I had them call and talk to Heather and after Heather talked with them she called me. If the ultrasound revealed that Hannah did indeed have pyloric stenosis they would go straight to surgery, Heather informed me. “Can you handle your mom and your daughter both having surgery on the same day?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said, figuring mom and Hannah were both tough and would be fine.
As it turns out Hannah doesn’t have pyloric stenosis and she was even able to swing by St. Luke’s with Heather and I to see her Grandbarb after she finished her surgery. Mom’s surgery was a huge success and she came home on Sunday afternoon and continues to heal well.
Those Clinger women – they’re tough cookies!
That may be true…our toughness. Here is another thought. We are tough because we know when to let go, when we are not in control, and when to relax into God’s loving embrace. Perhaps it gets harder to do the older we get. Hannah knows how to live just as she was created to be. Maybe by staying close to her we can learn how to be closer to God. I’m going to give it a shot.