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An Early Christmas Gift

I am so happy I did not have to wait until Christmas for this gift!!

Yesterday, we found out that A does NOT have long QT syndrome. Let me update you. For the last two weeks we have gone back and forth with our insurance company, the cardiologist's office, and the lab that does the blood test. Right before Thanksgiving, we decided to get the blood test done, even though our Dr was still on vacation. Because of offices being closed for the holiday, we decided to wait till after Thanksgiving for the blood to be drawn. The Wed before Thanksgiving, the cardiologist called. He explained that the 24 hr EKG is not used to measure the QT interval. The only information he got from the 24 hr EKG was that A did not have any irregular heartbeats. He said that A was borderline for LQT but that since the blood test was going to cost us a lot of money out of pocket, he wanted us to come in and do another EKG in the office to see if the blood test was really necessary.

Well, we had to wait a week and a half to get an appointment, which was yesterday. We went in and the nurse ran a short EKG strip and then a long one. We waited patiently for the DR and then he came in, said hi and began looking at the EKGs. Out came a little ruler. He wrote numbers on the top of the pages. He pulled out Andrew's old EKGs and said "You can skip the blood test." I said, "Really?" He then went on to explain that A's QT interval has actually gotten shorter since his last EKG. He is no longer borderline, he is now just long, within the normal range. He said that we should check him at 1 yr of age just to be sure, but all looks good.

I could not stop smiling. I felt, for lack of a better word, lighter. It was not until that moment that I knew how much the "not knowing" was really affecting me. I must have been worrying about it a lot more than I really knew, because I felt so much different after that office visit.

On our way home, we quickly stopped in to a local church for adoration to say Thank You to Jesus.

To all those out there that have been praying for our "baby A", thank you!!

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