Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Lindsay Kay Huss

Wednesday's Walk
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This is one of my favorite pictures of Lindsay. Believe it or not, it was taken with a cell phone and it TOTALLY captures her true, fun loving but mega tough personality!

I'm not all together sure what made me think about this last night, but I shared with my BSP this memory of Lindsay's birth so I decided to share it today as well.
I knew from the moment I could feel her move that she was going to be a very different little one than her big sister Ashley was. Lindsay moved non stop and they weren't those calm little stirrings and stretchings. Her movements were constant kicks and in fact, she gave me one last final really good kick as I was pushing her into the world. My OB had me pull her out and up to me as I was delivering her which was truly an amazing experience and my face got to be one of the first ones she saw and I truly believe that made our mommy-daughter bond that much tighter.
Her birth was completely normal with no complications, or so we thought.
The morning we were supposed to be discharged from the hospital, a Sunday, a physician from our General practice clinic came in and without any attempt at bed side manner announced that Lindsay had a very serious heart defect and we weren't going home. He told me that he had called a Pediatrician and she would be examined again as soon as the Pediatrician got there, and he would consult with me further. He then turned around and walked out.
I was 22 years old, sitting alone in that hospital room with my brand new baby girl (my husband at that time was on his way to bring us home!) and just shocked and scared and nearly hysterical. I frantically called our Church and my first father in law answered the phone. By this point I was crying and probably not making a whole lot of sense but he managed to calm me down and told me he would ask several people to start praying. Little did I know, he had it announced to the entire congregation and they prayed right then and there for our Lindsay!
In the meantime, Lindsay's dad arrived and he was filled in on everything. A nurse came in and wheeled our baby out and we sat and waited. You know how some moments in time just fly by and others just drag on and on? Those seemed like the longest moments of my life!
And then, the Pediatrician came in CARRYING our baby girl in his arms. Now that may not seem like such a big deal but this particular hospital was crazy strict about the babies always being in their little plastic bassinets for safety reasons.
He looked at us both and said "I don't know what the other doctor thought he heard in Lindsay's heart, but there's nothing wrong with your baby. You can take her home. She's a beautiful little girl, congratulations". He laid her in my arms and of course, both her dad and I were BEYOND thankful!
To this day, I don't know if there ever had been an issue with Lindsay's heart but I do know this...the power of prayer is an awesome, mighty force unmatched by anything. I know my first father in law went to his knees for his granddaughter along with the rest of our then Church family and I believe they stood in the gap that morning for us and our child and we witnessed the power of answered prayer!
Lindsay is now a grown woman, living in her first apartment and continues to make her own "Linny way" in life. But on those days when I have to take the "extra"  breath when dealing with my very busy daughter, I remind myself that we may not have had ANY moments with her and how thankful I am to have Lindsay Kay!

6 comments:

Kathryn said...

Sweet, happy, precious memories. :)

Wife, mother...and now a grandma! said...

what a beautiful story...I can so relate to the fear and to the answered prayer...mine wasn't quite as fast...but no less a huge blessing I will never forget!!! Thanks for your continual words of encouragement...you have been such a blessing to me!!

Linda said...

I am so glad that Lindsay was ok. God is good! And Prayer does change things,..that's for sure.

It is fun to look back at pictures of our children and remember our times with them when they were little.

Within a family there is so much variety of personalities,...and that makes it interesting doesn't it.

I think that when I look at my 11 grandkids. They are all so different!

I'll bet you like being out on your motorcycle with your hubby. I am too much of a chicken to do that. ((smile))

Linda @ Truthful Tidbits

Denise said...

God is so very awesome, thanks for sharing.

Debbie said...

Your Lindsay looks like she's full of life and I'll bet she's a hoot! What a special memory you have of her birth and what an answer to prayer. I was born with a heart defect and had to have open heart surgery. My parents didn't know about it until I was 2 years old when they realized I couldn't keep up and run around like others children. It was in the early 50's so the surgical techniques were not what they are today. But when I was 7 they did the surgery and I've been healthy ever since. I remember they had a special prayer meeting to pray for me but I didn't understand it all at the time. But it was at that age that I became a Christian and invited Jesus in my heart. Later I found out that they didn't think I would live but God had other plans for me.

Lynnette Kraft said...

That's wonderful - yet it must have been so scary to wait.

Prayer IS indeed powerful! God wants us to pray and he wants to answer (even if his plans for an answer are different than what we want).

Thanks for sharing this great story with us. Your Lindsay sounds fun. :)