Tractors and Firetrucks

I truly hate how medical insurance companies have the power to dictate so much of our lives.

With God, and some help from His angels - one in Devers, TX and the other in Alvin, TX - we were saved from an insurance nightmare about a year and a half ago. Through much of this nightmare, we realized that no independent insurance company would accept me... (long story - possibly for another day).

Most importantly, no one would accept Whit - due to low birth weight, and for not even being on the charts with his weight at the time of application. Another angel was sent to us during these days... this one from Beaumont, TX. After months and months of agony, phone calls, and prayer - we made an executive family decision for me to go back to work part-time (thankfully I could do that and still get insurance!). Exhibit number one of how medical insurance companies have the power to dictate our life.

I guess one could say that I had become complacent with the fact that my ill thoughts of medical insurance companies had been erased. Until today!

We showed up for Speech, and were informed that our insurance does not cover Whit's "diagnosis code." After a phone call and some research on the insurance webpage... I find out that, in fact, they were right! There are millions of exclusions and fine print that fall under their "SPEECH THERAPY" headline on their benefits page. Corbett and I have prayerfully thought out what we might can do in this situation, and due to the cost of private therapy twice/week... continuing Speech really isn't feasible right now. We have discussed and come up with a few backup plans that we hope to pursue. However, our frustration and disappointment with the situation is heavy on our hearts and shoulders.

Two of Whit's favorite toys are tractors and firetrucks. Now, imagine a cute, little boy... all of 20 lbs... saying those words... "dador! dirdu!" Each time you are in your travels, reading books, or going on with your daily routine... and you see a tractor or a firetruck... please pray for Whit (and us). That he will continue to grow in knowledge and in strength - that this setback will not harm him, but make him stronger.

I am going to leave you with a picture. It is a picture of Maggie holding Whit the night he came home from the NICU 2 years ago this week. Her expression details all of our hearts for him being here and who he is!

Lastly, I want to ask you to pray for someone very dear to me who is expecting her first child. Amidst all of our prayers for God to bless her with a healthy baby, some complications have arisen. I covet your thoughts on her behalf, because I know that she is asking the Lord the same things I did almost 3 years ago.