Is this a good idea? Is anybody out there? and a prayer request

Several months ago...well, I guess now it has been almost a year, a good friend of mine challenged me to start a blog. I wonder sometimes if she forgot about the challenge...but I sure haven't, and it's been on my heart ever since that day. So, Maggie, if you're out there somewhere in the great expanse, the first post has come to fruition and I'm starting a journey that I honestly didn't think would happen! "Why?" you ask, did I not start before? First of all, I was at a place in my life where I simply felt like I didn't have much to say, and who would care anyway? (Ha! Look how far I've come. I'm writing with no particular audience in mind and not even sure anyone will read this. For today, I will write to write, even If the only person who will read it is my own mother. Thanks Mom.) I guess, secondly, I was scared, am scared, and will continue to be a little bit scared of putting myself out there, but in a weird way I think God has brought me to this point for just that reason. I am the type to only share what I want other people to know and sometimes that has limited me in relationships. I confess, I do not plan to air all my dirty laundry with this blog, but I do intend to be honest. I really feel that God has been calling me in His own way to blog...that might seem weird, but I have been having this aching to write for some reason, and what better modern venue?!?

So with that confession, why don't I start with being real? 

Today I took my son (oooo, that was a new feeling! I think that's the first time I've written "my son") who is 6 weeks old to a doctor's appointment. A little backstory, Jesse had a bit of trouble gaining his birthweight back so we were going in for weight checks. After the 4th week of this and no change in plans and no significant weight gain or loss, Jesse lost an oz. and that was what "tipped the scales" as they say. Soooo began a really long day of drawing labs and waiting for calls. I have to say I felt for the poor phlebotomists...I was crying crocodile tears all over their poor blood drawring lab. The phlebotomists chickened out and sent us to the sweet pediatrics nurses to have them DRAW BLOOD OUT OF MY SON'S HAND AND HEAL AND HEAD!! But in all seriousness, they were so gentle and understanding to both me and my little guy; this was really a God send. And can we talk about how God took care of other details today too? I asked the sweet nurses if I could find a place to feed my sweet boy-- actually he was more like a rip roaring animal at this point because of all the running around. So they helped me find a room to feed him. When we were almost ready to leave a nurse came in to let us know they needed more blood from Jesse...the cells had broken down in the last draw. So thankfully we were still at the hospital. All this is to say, God was watching out for us and kept us at the hospital to make our day just a bit easier. Oh how He loves us and is ever faithful. 

The lab results revealed a high level of enzymes in his liver and not many other answers, so we will head to St. Louis Children's later this week for an appointment with a specialist. 

So as I sit and hold my hands on my tiny boy and pray for the fourteen millionth time for healing, growth, fat rolls, and chubby cheeks...I ask you to pray along with Levi and me, with faith.