Bless Her Heart

I started work this week... actual Dr. work. I wear a name tag that calls me Dr. Brandi Lanier. Weird! There are three residency programs at my hospital: Family Medicine, Surgery, and Transitional Year for people who will only be there a year and then are moving on, like me, to a subspecialty.

There are a lot of residents who are not from the south in the program. I was explaining to one of them the phrase "Bless her heart." Like, she got her daddy's big nose, bless her heart. Or, the one I get a lot, You're just all swollen up, bless your heart. After she and I talked about it that morning, the phrase had been said twice by lunch by our instructor. Let's face it: If you're going to talk bad about someone in the south, you always end it with a bless her heart.

One resident from the north thought it was funny that the security guard told us we couldn't carry concealed weapons on the hospital campus. He said they just didn't carry guns in the north like we did. Two of us (females) told him that we had shotguns if he ever wanted to go shoot!

Our baby turned 33 weeks old today. She weighs about 4.5 pounds and could be 19 inches long by now. She must be getting strong because she kicks so hard that it takes my breath away sometimes. In the same spot. All day long. I dreamed she had brown hair... but I wonder if it will be red??

A final note, but the most important one, is that God has answered a deeply personal and heart-wrenching prayer of mine. I knew God was in control of the situation but it had become so painful that I wasn't sure how or what to pray for specifically anymore. I just asked Him for a miracle that only He could provide. I stopped caring what the answer was, as long as God would provide one. It was similar in feeling to the time I found out my step father had cancer...the worrying, waiting and uncertainty were extremely difficult. So today I am praising God for what I truly believe is a miracle. If you have ever had a similar situation, I know you will praise Him with me.