Isn't it wonderful and mysterious how God shows His power.... On day 31 I felt like a zombie, no feelings, no physical strength to carry on. My mother phoned and said, "Vickie, just remember, that little girl is alone and have no-one but you and your husband. She is fighting, she wont give up unless you give up. Well, that got me started again... In the last 31 days my mother prayed with us and sent me text messages to keep me from drowning in this nightmare. I didn't know what to pray for anymore, do I beg? Do I praise, or do I I thank? I was totally lost.
The doc arrived being very moody (again), it was as if we were a hurdle to him, he just wanted to get rid of us. He once again started a "syndrome" conversation and said that we have to do tests and sonars which will proof to us that there is someting wrong and she will be mentally retarded!!! What a nice thing to say. I phoned the whole world to pray that these tests will be clear and negative. They did brain, heart, kidneys etc sonars and it all came back normal. I told my mother and hubby in a very humoristic way, that when I arrive at Jodie;s bed in the morning I have to ask the angels to move up a little and give me some space, and MAN WERE THEY BIG!!!