Colonoscopy? Seriously?

Today I took Brooklyn in to the doctor to check out some troubles we've been having with her GI tract. Turns out she needs to go in for a colonoscopy and possibly have a polyp removed. I was kind of in a state of disbelief as I was thinking that my 3 year old is needing a colonoscopy when I myself have never had one (nor do I look forward to having one). Seriously she's 3 years old! I'm really hoping that they don't find very many polyps for if they do then she'll have to get a colonoscopy once every 3 years. Talk about fun. I don't know what's going to be more fun being the parent who has to force all the prep work and keep a three year old from eating solid food for a day, or being the one who actually has the procedure. How do you explain this kind of stuff to a 3 year old? Needless to say I'm not looking forward to it.

I am grateful that of my two children that this happening with Brooklyn. She is such a good patient and is so interested in medicine. Brooklyn was quite apprehensive about the visit with the doctor. No one wants a doctor to get too personal with things, but she did very well and cooperated. The doctor wanted to run some blood labs on her to get some preliminary results before the procedure. We went to the lab and I didn't tell her where we were headed or what was going to happen until we got into the actual room for the blood draw. She sat on my lap and I began to explain that it would be a quick poke and then we could see her blood come out into a little tube. Poor Brooklyn then resisted, as all normal kids would, just to the cleaning with the alcohol wipe and drying with the cotton ball. Then as the time for the poke came I held her tightly in my arms as she bravely watched the tech stick her. Brooklyn didn't even cry. She just watched and held real still. I wish I could have seen her face. She relaxed once she realized it didn't hurt like a shot does and seemed fascinated by it. After it was all over she wanted to be sure to show her daddy her bandaid and the white thing under it (the cotton ball). I think the hardest part was telling her that we get to go back to see this doctor again next week. She asked if she would get poked again and I had to tell her yes because they will put in an IV for the procedure. She is one brave little girl.

I'm just impressed by the faith and blind obedience that she has in me as her mother. That all will be ok. I truly wish that I could be more like a little child like my sweet Brooklyn. That I can just reach up and hold someone's hand and trust that everything will be ok. Deep inside I know that and can feel it, but sometimes that external physical reassurance makes a big difference.

*Aside*

I had to laugh one of our toy baby strollers got stepped on and the handle snapped off. I tried to superglue it back together last night, but it didn't last long. Brooklyn brought the stroller to me and said that Heavenly Father could fix it. She's right He could. I told her I didn't think He would because He leaves things up to us to take care of down here most of the time. I'm just glad I don't hear "I want to kill Jesus!" nearly so often anymore. :) Scriptures are full of violence! I do hear in regards to answers to prayers that "Mama will do it" frequently. I love my girls and I'm glad they love me too.