“The fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” – James 5:16
I had to take a few moments today to give an update to yesterday’s post, because what happened today was pretty momentous.
I had my higher level ultrasound scheduled so that a specialist could take a closer look at Grace’s echogenic bowel. I had been dreading this appointment. I saw it as being sort of pointless, aside from possibly triggering more anxiety. I even called my doctor and asked if it was really necessary because I would rather just cancel it, but he insisted that it was. So, this morning, I found myself in the perinatologist’s exam room.
Yesterday I had called several friends asking for prayer over this procedure. One of the pastors at my church even said he would pray that the echogenic bowel would disappear.
I breathed silent prayers as the ultrasound tech swept her wand over my belly. She was moving fast. That had to be a good sign. When she got to the baby’s abdomen, she suddenly slowed down to a near stop. She seemed to be looking at the same thing from various angles. She adjusted the lighting and the saturation on the ultrasound machine several times.
“The doctor will be in shortly. He’s going to want to see this for himself.”
With that she left the room. I tried to remain calm as I waited. What could she have possibly seen? Thankfully, the doctor was prompt. After introducing himself, he picked up the wand and zoomed in on Grace’s bowel again.
“And when was your last ultrasound?” he prodded. I assured him it had only been a couple of weeks.
“Well then,” he said, “there must have been some mistake. This baby does not have an echogenic bowel.”
I asked if there was any way that it could have cleared up on its own. “No, not that quickly.” he answered, “We occasionally see echogenic bowels clear up late in the third trimester, but in this case, it has to have been a misdiagnosis. There is no evidence that it was ever there.”
I think I nearly fell off of the exam table.
As I was leaving, I remembered that the baby had been in breech position at my last ultrasound. “Oh, is the baby still breech?” I asked the ultrasound tech as she began to prepare the room for the next patient. “No,” she answered, “head down.”
When I arrived home that afternoon, I recounted the entire story to my mother, who added, “I had prayed that God would cause Grace to turn head down as a sign that she was alright.”
All day, I have been thinking of the evidences of God’s hand in this. I was so close to canceling the appointment, and if I had I would have gone the rest of my life believing that Grace had an echogenic bowel. In an instant, God took all of the anxiety that remained from the belief that Grace had this soft marker, and made it vanish.
This is the goodness of our great God! This is the power of prayer!