Welcome to HOLLAND: This is late...

Why HOLLAND?

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, The Michelangelo David, The Gondolas in Venice. You may lern some handy phrases in Italian, it's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The Stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy, all my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learna whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would have never met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about HOLLAND.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

This is late...

I am so sorry for not posting this before now BUT as most of you know, I sent messages and called everyone within a 3 second window as fast as I could! Jack's Cystic Fibrosis genetic tests came back FINALLY!!! When I called the lab to see if the results were back I was lucky enough to talk to that same nice caring guy I have blogged about prior to now. He said "your Doctor will get a fax and let you know the results BUT... I'm sure not going to keep you waiting any longer then you already have. Your Son DOES NOT have cystic fibrosis!!!!!!!" I couldn't even process what he said I was crying so hard. Next step... back to GI to watch weight gain and loss and schedule for a scope. BUT, before that step... we celebrated as a Family at the Movies! Thanks everyone for following and continuing to follow. Please keep the prayers coming! Love, An ECSTATIC Mom