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hygroma and apparently there's a lot of fluid building up around her neck in a series of sacs.”
    The technician nodded absently. “All right, I'm going to take these pictures up to my supervisor and we'll check them over. Stay here until I get back, just in case I need to continue the examination.”
    Angie nodded and watched the woman leave. Alone in the dark room, she let her eyes wander to the machine that held the captured image of her unborn child. There were dark areas and fuzzy white areas and assorted lines. But there was no way for her untrained eyes to make sense of what she was seeing. She felt tears stinging again and she wondered what else could have gone so wrong that the technician would want to take the pictures to her supervi sor.
    Silently she began to pray, repeating scriptures that promised hope and peace and telling herself everything would be all right. Even if it didn't feel that way.
    Ten minutes later the technician returned.
    “Okay, you can get up,” she said pleasantly. “We won't need any more pictures today. Your doctor wants to see you in his office as soon as you can get there.”
    Angie studied the woman. If the news was worse than before, the technician certainly was hiding it well. For a split second, Angie allowed herself to hope. Perhaps the news wasn't bad. Maybe the news was actually good. Maybe the fluid sacs had stopped growing.
    She explained what was happening to Ben as they walked down the hallway and rode the elevator to the doctor's office. After they were seated, he strode into the room smiling, his face beaming.
    “I have good news,” he said, his words tumbling out in excitement. “Something has happened that I have never seen or heard of in my years as a doctor. The fluid sacs have regressed and disappeared almost completely. The fluid is being redistributed throughout her body in a normal man ner. At this point the sacs are nearly empty. Your baby will definitely live through the pregnancy.”
    Angie released a cry and collapsed in Ben's arms, happy tears filling her eyes.
    “Thank God,” Ben muttered as he held his wife and grinned at the doctor.
    The doctor hesitated. “There is no medical explanation for what has happened here. I thought you should know that.”
    Ben smoothed his hand over Angie's hair and smiled. “Doctor, we've had hundreds of people praying for this little girl. Everyone from a group of grandmothers to our young sons. What has happened is a miracle.”
    The doctor shrugged. “Well, we can't really define it that way medically. We can only document her case and state that there is no medical explanation. Those things happen.”
    His expression grew more serious. “There is one prob lem,” the doctor interrupted. “She will probably still have Turner's Syndrome as a result of the damage that was done when the sacs were filled with fluid and she will still have to have surgery when she's born. In other words, she will most likely still have mental retardation.”
    Angie pulled away from Ben and smiled as she shook her head. “No, Doctor. God doesn't do half a miracle. The baby will be born fine.”
    “Don't get your hopes up,” he said. “The damage has already been done, even if the fluid has somehow regressed from the sacs.”
    The doctor suggested that Angie have amniocentesis done to determine information about the baby's chromo somes.
    “Then we'll know for sure what we're dealing with,” he said.
    “There's a risk of miscarriage with that procedure,” Angie said calmly. “Would there be something that could be done to help the baby if the condition is found?”
    The doctor shook his head. “No, it would just help you prepare.”
    Again Angie smiled. “We'll prepare by praying about it, Doctor. I don't want the test done.”
    “Okay, but do this for me. When the baby's born, have her tested and make sure the results are sent to my office.”
    When they left the hospital that day, Ben squeezed Angie's hand and grinned.