Today is the day that Sunny and I have been both anticipating and dreading. For the past year, we’ve been visiting a pediatric endocrinologist about Joshua’s size. He’s always been a bit small (he weighed only 2lbs. at birth) but we were still concerned about his lack of growth. It was determined a few months ago that he’s growth hormone deficient. Today we start his injections; a nurse will come out to the house and show us how to administer these shots to him. We didn’t know this when we began this journey, but we’ll need to give him one shot a day, 6 days a week, for approximately the next 12 years or so. Needless to say, Sunny and I aren’t excited about having to do this to our son. But we’re also thankful that this method has been made available to us and we’re hoping this will put Joshua in the best possible position to grow at a normal rate over the next several years.
Every time we sit down to talk with Joshua about what’s about to happen, he’s such a little trooper. We’ve been honest about the situation and we’ve told him that we don’t know how much these shots are going to hurt but that they’re going to be good for him and sometimes when we’re little, we can’t understand how something that hurts could be good for us, etc. Last night, I was telling him about all of this again and he looked at me and said, “I won’t be afraid, Daddy. I’ll be strong and courageous and never afraid, just like we pray every night.” I smile because I know he’s found strength in the one Bible verse he knows by heart, Joshua 1:9. I look in his eyes and I know he really believes everything we’ve said about God being with him, just like He was with another guy named Joshua a long time ago. I know he believes what we’ve been telling him. And I know he’s going to be OK.
And Mommy and Daddy, even though they’re a little apprehensive about this whole thing…they’re going to be OK, too.