I don't know about anyone else, but I tend to hold my breath at doctor's appointments. I am always waiting for bad news and praying for good news. I wait with bated breath for the news either way. In the last month I had two opportunities to hold my breath and wait.
The first time was a check up for me. After my recent surgery and the damage done to my liver I was less excited than normal for this visit. Honestly, I was just plain nervous. I held my breath, as usual, while the doctor went over each test result. Blood sugar- good, pulse ox- good, pulse- good, blood pressure- good, vitamin levels- good, liver function- good, cholesterol- good... everything showed that I am in perfect health. The only issue that she found was that I am slightly anemic, but that is to be expected after 2 surgeries within 3 months. She also pointed out that I was loosing weight (because obviously I didn't know that myself) and said that was good. Actually, I am 55 pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant with Will. "Good, good, good" she said. Then she tells me to loose another 70 pounds by next year- just because. Those were her words. Umm... ok... I love how I am perfectly healthy and not showing any signs of medical issues associated with my weight and still the doctor is focused on the scale. Anyway, I am trying to focus on the wonderful test results for now.
The second opportunity presented itself in the form of a check up for Will. It was just the typical 4 month check up, complete with vaccinations. The doctor checked him head to toe and declared him to be wonderful. No really, that was his word. Will is wonderful. At one point I had a nice chuckle during the visit. The doctor told me that by Will's 6 month check up he might be able to sit up a little. He explained that he might be a bit wobbly and need to use his arms to support him. At that point I flipped to my pictures on my phone and showed him 7 pictures I took while waiting for him to come examine Will. Will was sitting up in all of them. The doctor smiled and looked at Will. He was appropriately impressed. Anyway, Will is up to 16 pounds, 15 ounces and measured in at 24 1/2 inches. That makes him larger and shorter than average. Personally, I don't think he looks any smaller than average or any heavier, but maybe that it just my mother's eyes. From what I see he is just perfectly beautiful.
And so I got the news, and found it to be overwhelmingly good. Thank the Lord!
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