There comes a point in a person’s life where they have to choose to either accept the hand that is given to them or reject it. In my case, I chose to accept. Now, that doesn’t mean that it was all rainbows and sunshine because believe me, there were definitely days when it was dark and cloudy. You just have to either push through those days or allow them to dominate you.
Six months after losing our son, Isaiah, we got pregnant. We were thrilled, yet there was a little bit of fear that entered into our hearts. Well, mainly my heart. I found comfort in knowing that we had a plan already in place for this pregnancy so that we could get to full term, however I was still nervous for what was to come.
After finding out that we were pregnant, I gave it about a week before calling my MFM (Maternal Fetal Medicine) specialist to schedule an appointment. I was expecting a confirmation appointment around 6 weeks but they said that they take the home pregnancy tests as enough confirmation so I scheduled my first ultrasound in July when I would be around 9 weeks.
Every day leading up to the appointment felt like a blur. Physically, I was feeling great. No morning sickness or anything that usually comes with pregnancy for most people. I was thrilled because everything was going smoothly just like when I was pregnant with Isaiah, but there was always this deep fear that I felt. I was terrified of getting attached to this baby. I was scared that as soon as I got attached, something terrible would happen. I was afraid that something would go wrong as soon as I started to get too excited about the pregnancy. So I figured that being detached and waiting to announce our pregnancy to our extended family and friends would be the best option. (side note: it’s not that I wasn’t grateful for this pregnancy because I was. But when you watch your child take their last breath in your arms, it’s one of those moments that stays with you forever. I just didn’t want to get too excited only for something bad to happen)
The day of our first ultrasound finally came. We walked into the building, looked at the directory, and headed up to the 2nd floor. As we were walking down the hallway, Christian and I gave each other this look and we both knew that we needed to step to the side of the hall and pray. Pray for peace, comfort, good results, for our child’s health, for the staff that we would be interacting with, and for our hearts. That we would stand firm in our faith no matter what results we got because we knew that God had a plan regardless if we could see it or not.
After praying, we walk quietly to the large, maple wood doors that are on the left of the hallway. Christian opens one of the doors for me to enter, and I suddenly feel this supernatural peace. After we check in, we sit in the medium size waiting room. There are people of all different ages, races, and backgrounds sitting in the chairs. I look at each woman and all I can think of is Have they ever lost a child? Is this their pregnancy after a loss? They have no idea what I have gone through, and I have no idea what their stories are. A nurse calls my name which breaks me from my thoughts. We get up and follow her down a small hallway leading to ultrasound rooms. I give a urine sample, she takes my blood pressure, and then we head to the ultrasound room. She prepares me for the ultrasound while an ultrasound technician prepares the equipment. When the ultrasound technician begins the ultrasound, my heart immediately stops. All I want to know is if there is a heartbeat. She quickly finds the heart and when the sound of the heartbeat fills the room, I find myself finally taking a breath. I immediately start to tear up because that heartbeat gave me so much peace and comfort. It’s as if a heavy weight was lifted off of my shoulders. My doctor comes in shortly after and begins to check everything himself. He measures the baby, checks the heartbeat, checks the length of my cervix and tells me that everything looks good. According to the measurements of the baby, the due date is March 4, 2017. He goes on to tell me what the next steps will be in this pregnancy. First, a cerclage at 13 weeks (Aug 29th) and then progesterone shots between 16-17 weeks.
As Christian and I were leaving the office, we both had a sense of peace. It seemed as if this pregnancy was going to be the one that would make it to 37+ weeks. This gave us so much hope. Our God was placing the right medical staff to help us go to full term. A medical staff whom we felt comfortable with and felt as if they were going to be honest with us every step of the way. We knew that our God would not leave us or forsake us during this pregnancy and that he would continue to guide our steps.
We both found ourselves reverting back to the scripture that kept coming up in Isaiah’s pregnancy.
Isaiah 41:10
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
We can’t control each situation nor can we continue to fear when we know that Jesus is walking with us through all of these situations, feelings, and more. Yes, this is so much easier said than done but believe me when I say this, the only reason that we have not given up during this process is because we know that Jesus has been with us this entire time. We are confident that He will keep his promises to us, especially Isaiah 41:10.