We had noticed over the past week or so Brooklyn has been having what we can best describe as spasms in her arms and face. At first it was once a day, I thought maybe something startled her because that's what it looks like. She'd be laying on the floor playing and for just a second her arms would tense and straighten (think cheerleaders when they put their arms down and a little away from their body during cheer) and her mouth would pull down (basically like if you close your mouth then try to make the corners of your mouth go downward). It would literally take one second and she'd go back to playing and squealing like the happy little girl she is. Then she started doing it more frequently, maybe 10 or more times a day so we decided to take her to her pediatrician on Friday just to get it checked out. We were hoping that the Doc would say we were over-concerned and that it was what all babies do and send us on our way. We brought some video to show her in case Brooklyn didn't have any spasms at the office. Brooklyn ended up having a few there so the Dr. got to see it first hand. She then excused herself as she wanted check to get more information. She came back after what seemed like forever and told us that while she wasn't an expert in neurology she would rather check for something and be wrong than to risk sending us home with an "oh it's nothing". It was at that moment that my heart nearly stopped.
We were set up with an appointment to go in this morning for the test. The weekend wait from Friday until today was excruciating. We prayed and talked and questioned and prayed some more. We both broke down in church as Pastor Joe preached about God's mercies and asked if anyone needed prayer. As we raised our hands and little Brooklyn's I never felt more helpless, raw and defeated in my life. I never imagined that during prayer time at church I'd be lifting up the hand of my almost 6 month old daughter. I'd been asking myself all weekend Why her? Why us? and each time was followed immediately with the thought of Why not her? Why not us? I think now I realized that the anxiety attack and weeks of feeling nervous for no reason a few weeks ago was God's way of preparing me for a real storm and teaching me to let go of my desire to control everything as well as to begin to change my mind frame which seems to always be set on earthly time and learn to lean on Him, to constantly look to Him, and to remember to be thinking in a heavenly time frame.
|Chewing on my book while we wait to start the test.|
|Daddy making B laugh with his "scratchy face"|