I'm not sure I've ever had an out-of-body experience before, but I had one today.

This morning we took Lydie for the long awaited tests to determine whether the nerves and muscles in her lower intestines were working properly. There's a fancy name for the procedure, but I won't even try to pretend that I know what it is.

All I know is that I must have temporarily left myself in order to handle that situation with any sort of grace. That and a whole lot of prayer.

Lydie was all smiles when we first entered the procedure room. In fact, I would dare say she had those people fooled into believing that she was going to be an "easy" patient. The medical staff was fabulous; they were very nice and were extremely thorough in explaining what was going to be happening during the test. Lydie's job was to lay as still as possible on her left side, and they wanted me to feed her a bottle so that she would be distracted while they were doing whatever they needed to do.

Right.

Clearly, they don't know my Lydie Sue. That girl could care less about eating. A speck of dust could turn her attention from the most beautifully served bottle or jar of baby food in a half second. And, if a speck of dust could keep her from her bottle, then surely a bottle wouldn't distract her from a team of doctors and nurses poking and prodding at her bottom area.

I tried to tell them that there would be little I could do to distract my girl from the reality of the situation. I suppose her sweet smile, darling dimples, and "Gerber Baby" charm tempted them to think that I was exaggerating.

They learned quickly that I was telling the truth.

And, about the time they were figuring out the truth, I was flying away to some beach on some island somewhere far, far, far away.

I didn't return until all was said and done and I could finally hold my baby girl in my arms.

To Lydie's credit, she stayed still during the whole test. Although she was practically hyperventilating, snot was streaming out of her nose, her clothes were soaking in sweat, and she was crying as loudly as she could, the girl stayed still. I'd call that a win.

Aside from the drama, we were so thankful to find out that all her muscles and nerves are in good working condition and there will be no need for any surgical intervention.

Apparently, sister just needs some Miralax.

Praise God! We can totally handle Miralax.

We are exhausted from our day, but we go to bed tonight with thankful hearts.

And, I'm kind of hoping for some sweet dreams about that beach on that island far, far, far away...

**Special thanks to Bobbi and Fred for hanging out with Ty and taking such excellent care of him while we took Lydie to the hospital. We are abundantly thankful for them and for their love for us and our children!**

Lydie sat in the bathtub without her baby seat for the first time last night. She did it again tonight and she just loves it! She splashes and kicks and holds her hand under the faucet in total fascination.

I think Ms. Bobbi is right when she says, "May babies and May puppies love water!"