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| Jekyll Island, September, 2017 Seth has been looking forward to his school field trip to Jekyll Island for months. He's my THIRD child, but my baby and, oh, I find this hard. So, I came along. Kind of. I'm staying nearby, The blades are whirring just in case he needs me. I packed my usual "just-in-case" first-aid kit. Here are some of the items that I might have packed in his suitcase: An assortment of bandages, gauze, and tape 3M Coban wrap cleansing towelettes syringe of saline to cleanse a wound antibiotic ointment Benedryl ibuprofen insect repellent sunscreen cold medication antacids I'm too embarrassed to say what else I've also packed "just-in-case." I'll just leave it at there's no need to call in medical supplies for anyone. I have enough for the whole middle school. Have mercy, I need help. |
The warmth from the August sun absorbed by the concrete blocks of the parking garage of the Allegheny General Hospital was not enough to ward off the chill that David and I felt as we clung together. Clinging like shipwrecked survivors to a dinghy --quite sure we were NOT ready to face the storm of the diagnosis just given to us by the doctor. An ultrasound is usually a happy event, that first peek at the life not yet seen. But not that day. The grim face of the physician spoke volumes, even in his silence. They suggested that we terminate and quickly as "he" was already 23 weeks. We walked away knowing that God, in His sovereignty, could redeem even this, but in my flesh, I was terrified. We had no further ultrasounds. The months passed agonizingly slow, yet somehow they flew by. David named him Zachary because the name meant, "remembered by God." We were extremely protective of this potential diagnosis and with the exception of a few close friends ...
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