Last night when I posted for prayer for my daughter, I was a mess. I may possibly be more of a mess right now.
I'm realizing that God did something last night, for my daughter, but more specifically for me. For starters He spoke my language in a way I can't argue with. Science and God can sometimes seem to be at odds, and this is a big case of that.
I'm in school right now. My major is Materials Science Engineering. My minor is Biomedical Engineering. I'd switch those around if biomed was offered as a major at my school, or I was willing to move to one where it is. My eventual goal, however many PhD's later...is to work specifically on treatments for spinal cord injuries. I'm no fool when it comes to this, I'm very well read, well studied on the symptoms, signs, and the reality of injuries to the spinal column. I know most (I won't claim all..lol) of the variations in injuries. My knowledge is lay knowledge, self study, reading whatever medical journals I can get my hands on, I'm not a Dr nor do I claim to have the knowledge a Dr has, but what knowledge I have is definitely above that of your typical person with no interest in the subject.
In my opinion, my daughter should not be walking around right now. Much less be completely pain free and gone to school today and cranky that I wrote a note getting her out of PE and recess for the rest of the week. lol My guess based on symptoms at the time I called 911 was some sort of compression of the spinal cord from a dislocated, or possibly ruptured disk. I felt pretty good that it wasn't going to be a lifelong issue, but that it would be a good few weeks before she'd be back to herself. Or, that's what I was hoping. The symptoms were bordering on temporary and that place where they can start indicating a more permanent damage.
At the time I called 911, then my pastor, then posted here, she was in extreme pain. She had shocks going up and down her legs. She could move her toes and feet, even bend her legs up, but it was extremely difficult for her. Her body was just not responding well to what she was telling it to do. She had partial loss of sensation. She was beginning to lose what mobility and sensation she had. That was 10 to 15 minutes after the injury. It wasn't just getting better, ya know? I'd waited hoping it was just her typical over dramatic thing, and a bruise/cracked back. You know, typical kid stuff. Her pain was increasing though and that started to worry me for real. By the time I got to the hospital with her, 15ish? 20ish? minutes later, she was completely painfree and could feel everything again, and was moving her toes without problems. That's all she could move being strapped to a backboard..lol.
I know there's absolutely no verification of what I "knew" about her injury. The x-rays were clear. The ER Dr was great, but kind of perplexed why we were there. I don't overreact. I hate Drs and hospitals (altho I'd gladly work in an ER if I could figure out how to do a residency with little kids..lol ER medicine is one of my top choices for a career). I'm quite capable of treating most kid stuff at home, this is my 4th ER visit with 4 kids (hey at least they've each had their turn now..lol). Even the stuff we've gone in for before, my gut wasn't screaming "this is very, very, very bad" like it was last night. I don't second guess my mommy gut in situations like this either. I was more hesitant about taking my then 2 year old in after he fell into a fire pit (not that I hesitated all that long there either...pain management was a killer even though the burns weren't too bad considering...) than I was about calling 911 last night. I do know God did something, and it was quite likely quite out of the ordinary. And I'm finding my reaction to be very mixed up. I feel like I should be jumping and shouting, but I'm more numb and introspective.
My daughter has zero symptoms by the way. Not even a bruise. No pain. No indication anything at all happened. That in itself is unusual considering the symptoms she had.
GETCHO PRAIS ON!!!
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