Whew. It’ll be a long time before I can top the
news in that last post. It’s still
sinking in, especially after we babysat the little strawberry-sized dude’s
brothers and sister yesterday. OK … or
dudette … or both? Christina told us
that the initial ultrasound report came back hearing two heartbeats.
When
they picked Kel up off the floor (no, he didn’t really pass out … this time), the doctor told them
they could wait two more weeks for a second one, or they could schedule another
one on their own and pay for it. Kel
asked how much something like that would cost, and then didn’t hesitate a
beat. “We’ll do it.” He was of no mind to wait two weeks with the
threat of twins hanging over his head.
The second ultrasound was apparently a considerable amount more
methodical (at Kel’s insistence, I’m sure).
And when the results were in, the
announcement came. “Nope. There’s just one in there. Guaranteed.”
Rats. There goes any hope of a designated hitter
this go around. But wait. Strawberries have been known to bunch up.
Just saying …
Mark
10:49 says, “Jesus stopped and said, ‘Call
him.’ So they called to the blind man, ‘Cheer
up! On your feet! He's calling you.’”
Father,
thank you that you know just the right place to place the tiny little ones that
you love so dearly. And how many … Amen.
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