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I have not had a chance to write in a while. I wish I could write about our week of school. Our fun trip to the Science Museum on Friday and how much fun the boys had. I wish I could spend a few minutes writing about how much I love Fall. I wish I could write about all of my favorite Feast Days of the Church happening this week. But, I cannot. My mind is a bit preoccupied.

Sunday baby A had a "fainting spell" (more involved than that, but I do not feel like writing exactly what happened). After a call to 911 and a visit from the paramedics, my little boy, who "came to" quickly, had to go to the ER to get checked out. We were there from about 6 PM till Midnight. After several tests and much waiting, I was told there were no major problems or concerns and we could go home.

Yesterday I had to take him to our pediatrician for a follow up appointment. I really expected our pediatrician to look at him, say all is fine and to send us on our way. That's why I felt a bit blindsided when he said he was very concerned about baby A's EKG and that there was something potentially serious on it. He said we needed to see a cardiologist as soon as possible, because, if what he saw on the EKG is serious and if he had another episode like he did on Sunday, it could be life threatening.

Since then, I have not been myself. I cannot stop thinking about baby A and I keep hoping and praying he will be OK. Not knowing for sure is the hardest. I keep looking at the calendar hoping today is Friday, the day we go to the cardiologist. In the mean time, I do not want to be away from him. When he is napping, I am uneasy until he wakes up. When we are in the car, I keep looking in the rear view mirror to make sure he is OK. I pick him up immediately when he cries, hoping he won't "faint" again. Sometimes I think I am being ridiculous. Worrying for nothing. But he is my baby. Mothers are allowed to worry, aren't they?

Luckily God sent me a few angels today. I went to go pick up my kids at a friend's house. She had another friend over and they were asking me about what happened. They, maybe unknowingly, gave me a little perspective.

Hopefully this week will fly by and Friday will be here soon. I am confident that God's hand is on that little boy and He will be with baby A.

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  1. Lord, please continue to give Katie peace and patience as she waits. May the doctors figure out what is going on, and may baby A return to full health. Amen.

    ~Luke

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