Nothing is harder as a parent than to force your screaming child to do something you know is medically necessary. Yesterday a rectal monometry was preformed on Joshua. Yes, it was just as tramatic as it sounds. As a four year old, Joshua has had to endure so much more than many adults. He's always been so strong and wise, sometimes to a fault. He's got such a unexpected understanding of all that goes on - to him, for him, and in him.
We won't know how the test went until at least next week, but right off the bat it looks promising. Even I could see the movements that we were looking for in his colon. Just need the formal report stating that we can rule out Hirshprung's.
Sometimes the best treatment is to rule out possible conditions, especially the worst possible scenarios. In the event that our fears come true, it is so amazing how God can give you the grace to process it, accept it and prepare for the next move. But, until then I like to push them way far away from my thoughts. I think that is just as healthy too.
For now we remain in hospital, waiting. Waiting for the assurance that he's tolerating the new formula he's been put on. Waiting to see if surgery is in our future. Waiting...waiting takes a lot of grace. Lord give me grace.