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Test Results and Playing the Waiting Game

Today was our day at the hospital. Callie was uneasy about the general idea of going to the doctor in the first place, so convincing her to sit still for these tests was nearly impossible, not to mention when the tests got uncomfortable . . . Oh boy, it was quite a day.

The radiologist told me that Callie does have vesicoureteral reflux on her left side. This, however, does not necessarily mean that she will have to undergo surgery to correct the problem, but it does mean that we are one step closer to possibly needing it. We won't know for sure what the outcome will be until Tuesday when we see our family doctor. Depending on what he decides, we could be going to a urologist next. It seems like a long process and more time to let worrying set in, but I'm just trying to keep thanking God for the chance to correct this before a more serious problem occurred.

My past posts have been all about Callie, but Gabriel's here too! He's a calm, happy baby who sleeps amazingly well. The only time I have trouble with him? When I have to go out. Not the easiest thing to deal with but hopefully, it's just a stage that he'll grow out of . . . sooner rather than later would be great! We had studio pictures taken yesterday for Gabe's 3 months and I also got some good ones of Gabe and Callie together.

Gabriel is just fascinated by Callie and vice versa. She gets smiles out of him faster than anyone else. She's a big helper when I'm getting dinner ready, keeping Gabriel entertained.

I can't believe that we're already to 3 months! The time has completely flown by. I'm so excited to see Gabriel growing more and becoming more aware and active! These next few months are some of my favorite stages! Trying new foods, learning how to be independent by sitting, standing . . . it's just going so fast! It doesn't seem like that long ago that I found out Gabriel was on his way. Or Callie either for that matter!

I sound old! ha!

Well, we just ask that you keep Callie in your prayers. Whatever our doctor decides on Tuesday, I just keep praying that God helps guide the decisions made to keep Callie happy and healthy.

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. God bless you and yours this week!

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