Perfect Heart

I have had two really frightening experiences in my life over the past year. They were both with my boys. The first happened a few months ago. Jack was running a fever of 101 and I was at home with him by myself. He would just lay his little head on me and wanted nothing to do but cuddle. I had given him Tylenol for his fever and already gave him a cool bath. Within an hour of this, Jack's fever spiked and he started seizing. I had no idea what was happening, ran to the next door neighbors house, and called 911. I was holding Jack as tight as I could against me, and the seizure lasted 4-5 minutes. The ambulance pulled up as well as Brian who was coming home from church, and they told me he had a febrile seizure. Brian knew about this because his dad is a pediatrician, but I had no idea. Jack recovered wonderfully, but this was the first time I really and truly realized that I had to put his life was in God's hands.

The second frightening experience happened today. I went in for my monthly prenatal check-up. My measurements were fine, and then my amazing doctor went to listen for baby's heartbeat. Normally with both pregnancies, I have heard the heartbeat right away and it is always perfect. Not this time. I was not hearing the normal beats. I looked at my doctor and said What is wrong? He told me that his heart sounded irregular and he wanted to make sure that everything was okay with an ultrasound. I was a little worried, but tried to not think about the what ifs. I went for the ultrasound, and still his little heart was irregular. My doctor told me I needed to go to Labor and Delivery to monitor his heart for a longer period of time. this is when I started to worry. What if his heart is not developing, what if something is wrong with my baby, what if? While driving to the hospital, I prayed with tears and asked God to hold his heart and make it perfect. I was monitored for an hour, and a high risk doctor came in to look at sweet baby's heart. The doctor did an ultrasound. We saw his sweet face, pouty lips, perfect head, little feet, and then his heart. He looked at it for at least 10 minutes, and looked at me and said his heart is perfect there is nothing irregular or anything I am worried about. Praise God!
I was reminded today that God created Jack and growing baby for a purpose, and that He made their hearts and they are in His hands. They are perfect!