The long awaited day came a couple of weeks ago. I underwent an ultrasound, to get a clearer picture of our child growing in my womb. I am now 6 months along. It's been a long haul after 4 miscarriages, but this little "miracle baby", as my doctor calls him, is alive and growing. The kids are ecstatic and I'm starting to let myself savor the moments more and more each day. I truly believe this miracle baby has been sent from God.
In the beginning it was very overwhelming to think of all the appointments, medications, and supplements I would need to take to sustain this pregnancy. I switched from a single pill to insulin injections four times a day with additional blood glucose checks four times a day. Being poked eight times daily, I felt like a human pin cushion until one day, I stopped to think how Jesus suffered on the cross with spikes driven in his hands and feet and a sword piercing his side just for me. Then I realized how shallow I was being. And really, is there anything I wouldn't do as a mother to save the life of any one of my children? Absolutely not!! I feel like we are doing everything humanly possible to give this child a chance at survival. I have since totally submitted and given this pregnancy up to God.
Riley and Ruben ask me multiple times each day, "What's the baby doing now mom?" They love looking at the ultrasound pictures, feeling his movement, and can't wait to meet him in person. Riley's been picking out names. Ruben's concerned about bedroom arrangements. It's very precious!
"You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb."
- Psalm 139:13
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