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My growth in trusting God’s faithfulness started before I got pregnant. When I was 45, I worked hard to worship God with my body by being careful to keep it as healthy as possible in case I would be blessed with another pregnancy. I had heard many negative things about older mothers, and did not have many people in my life who were supportive of me wanting to have another child at my age. If I were able to have another child, I knew it would be for God’s glory, and l would be dedicated to the task of raising him or her to know and love God.
I became pregnant in 2023 with my eighth baby, thirty years since my first pregnancy. I had an amazingly ...
I remember standing at the funeral of a friend’s baby, stillborn at full term, ten years ago, completely inconsolable, sobbing, and unable to pull myself together. Much to my husband’s dismay, I just wouldn’t let him console me. All I could say to him was, ‘I just don’t want to ever have to do this!’ Yet I knew it was very likely I would have to do that exact same thing at some point in my life.
You see, I have always known I have a balanced chromosome translocation. My parents had a stillborn baby, with no warning signs, at 36 weeks. And after that had tests done to see if there was any reasoning behind it. They discovered then that my ...
May 27, 2018. My due date. My husband and I once looked forward to this day with so much excitement and anticipation. It might not have even been this day exactly. It could have been a few days earlier, probably a few days later. Regardless, according to our plan it would have happened. But that’s the thing about life sometimes. It doesn’t always go the way you plan—because in October 2017, I had a miscarriage.
I was far enough along in my pregnancy to barely start showing. I was far enough along to experience the rough symptoms that I would give anything to feel again. Very few people even knew I was pregnant, let alone knew I suffered a ...
My husband and I found out we were pregnant with our first baby in November of 2023 at about 5 weeks. We were truly overjoyed. We had just celebrated our one year marriage anniversary that October and we were so excited for this next step!
I have always wanted to be a mom since I was a little girl. My career choices changed growing up, but my one constant desire was to be a mom.
Although we knew many people opted to wait until after the first trimester to announce pregnancy, we could not contain the excitement and told our families and close friends around Thanksgiving. Everyone was so excited for us and it made us all the more giddy and ecstatic....
My husband Andy and I have two beautiful girls, and we were debating whether or not to have another baby. We didn’t really feel strongly one way or another, but wanted to be obedient to the Lord. So we decided to start trying and see what God had in store for us.
The second month of trying and, bam! I was pregnant. It took five or six months to get pregnant with the girls, and the baby that we named Birch and lost at 9 weeks (between our girls), so we were absolutely shocked. As we wrapped our heads around the idea of being a family of five, our excitement grew. We dreamed of a little boy or a little girl and thought of names and wondered what ...
My husband and I got married in July of 2016 and had asked God to give us a child whenever He wanted to do so. God’s plan was quicker than we anticipated and as it turned out, I was pregnant before we had been married for one month! We were both so excited and told our parents as soon as the blood work was back that confirmed that we were, indeed, going to be parents ourselves.
On November 21, we went to our first ultrasound and saw our little baby for the first time at 12 weeks, 3 days. I was in awe at God’s design as I looked at our child’s face, profile, little crossed legs, moving hands, and heartbeat, all within a tiny 5.65cm long body. ...
Emma Grace was our first child. Everything was going perfectly with the pregnancy when we went in for our routine 20-week ultrasound in October of 2011. Then everything changed. After finding out that there were many things medically wrong with our precious girl, we left the doctor’s office in complete shock and devastation.
I remember thinking, this is where the rubber meets the road. This is where we get to live out the faith that we have professed and said we have believed our whole lives. This is when we get to choose to walk with the Lord or not. I truly felt like I was at a fork in the road in that moment. I chose the Lord, but it ...
My husband and I got married in April of 2010. We wanted to grow our family right away. When I went in for my early exam six months after we were married, my doctor was concerned that I was not yet pregnant. We began to chart my cycle with ovulation tests, charts, and checking my temperature. When I was still not pregnant a year later, the doctor’s concern increased.
Since my cycles and exams all looked good, we started talking about various fertility treatments. I started on some medication and began a treatment plan. When the first round of treatments failed, I didn’t know what to do. I felt devastated, lost, and alone. There was nowhere to ...
This is my least favorite season of the year. I know what you are thinking based on my rather pale complexion. You think I mean the hot, sunny summer season, right? While it may be true that I avoid the sun and heat like the plague, the season I am referring to is this yearly season of grief that coincides with summer's first day. You see, my sweet, much-loved twin sons Matthew and Caleb were born on the first day of summer.
The first day of summer is the longest day of the year for me, not because of the summer solstice, but because it is the beginning of my living nightmare. Matty died that day. I only held him, wrapped in a soft yellow blanket ...
There were two lines on the pregnancy test. Two lines!
After three years of infertility, countless negative tests, being told by doctors we had a 2% chance of conceiving without fertility treatments, and deciding just five days prior to stop trying and pursue adoption—there were two lines telling me I was pregnant.
I couldn’t believe it. I had dreamt of this day for years. Praying, hoping, and waiting. I’d always assumed I’d break down in tears. Instead, I felt a sense of amazement. My husband David was in the same boat. It’s safe to say we were in some degree of shock.
But it was nothing compared to the shock the next nine months would ...
