A really close call...

Max holding his hands together as we say a prayer. At the end he always shouts "Ahhhhhhmen!" Melts my heart.

About a month ago my OB called me pretty late on a weeknight. She usually waits until the morning to call so I knew something was up. My 24 hour urine test (not a fun test) results came back with a really low amount of protein (or something like that). She said she was very concerned because this indicated that my kidneys are not functioning at optimal level. This is what every diabetic fears.

How could this be, I wondered?! I take such good care of myself and my blood sugars are in excellent control. My Dr. said it was most likely due to having diabetes for so long and it was finally catching up to me. She determined that the pregnancy was most likely amplifying everything and she was afraid it was the beginning stages of kidney failure. She gave me the number to a specialist and told me to call first thing in the morning.

I hung up the phone and cried hysterically. I want to live a long healthy life and see my children grow and be there the entire way...possible kidney failure would put a major dent in that plan.

I called the Nephrologist (kidney specialist) in the morning but I could not get in to see him for almost a month later. Apparently a lot of people have kidney problems.

In the past month I have never prayed harder in my life. It's ironic how when something could be wrong you suddenly beg God to listen and answer your prayers. I just knew in my heart that this was not God's plan for me.

I only told a few close friends and of course my immediate family what was going on. I tried to go about my normal routine this past month but this has been on my mind the entire time.

My appointment with the specialist was last Wednesday. The doctor walked in, shook my hand and looked very confused.

He sat down and said, "I am sorry you had to drive all the way down here but I have gone over and over your tests and blood work and your OB simply read your results wrong." He told me I was as healthy as could be and how refreshing it was to see a healthy pregnant type 1 diabetic. I jumped up out of my seat and gave him a big hug (probably not what he was expecting)! That was the BEST NEWS ever. I told him he seemed like a great doctor but I hope to never see him again.

I got in my car thanked God, cried (I cry a lot) and called my husband to tell him it was all a huge mistake!

I truly believe in the power of prayer and having faith even when prayer and faith seem useless.

I hugged my husband and son a little longer than usual when I got home from the doctors. This whole experience made me realize how precious life really is and not to take anything for granted...EVER. In a split second things can change.