A-Okay

That's the news we got today about B's hips.

We went in for our 10 a.m. ultrasound at the hospital. B was a champ through the whole thing. He did manage to mark his territory and show the ultrasound tech who was boss, but that's sort of expected when you're messing with a 2-month old boy.

The ultrasound lasted about 30 minutes and I tried really hard to focus on the screen and see if the left hip and right hip had any differences. I couldn't see any, but let's be honest-- I don't know anything. A pregnancy ultrasound, I might be able to figure out better considering the amount of those I've had in the last two years. But on a hip? Of a baby no less? Nope.

I'm not going to lie. Walking in to have an ultrasound made my stomach curl up a bit... but after a few minutes, things were okay. The technician was gentle with B and super nice to us. She made three comments throughout the ultrasound that gave us the indication that things were okay and the hip was fine:

"He'll be crawling in no time" -- not if he's casted!

"He has beautiful hips" -- said after she was done

and the one I think really sealed it:

"Do you have a followup appt. with your doctor scheduled? (No) If it's bad news, you'll be getting a call very soon but if not, you can expect a call in about 48 hours. I'd bet on getting a call in 48 hours (as she looked me straight in the eyes and smiled)."

At 3:30, the phone rings. It's our family practice doctor. Holy crap. They're not supposed to call this early if all is well! {heartbeat elevates...}

The nurse called to tell me that B's hips are perfect and he is good to go! I let her know that I was nervous about the call coming so soon, but she told me that she didn't want us worrying, especially since B is so young. Phew. Phew. Phew. Oh, and it probably doesn't hurt that everyone and their mother is aware of our file.

Thank goodness. I need a glass of wine.