I will never forget getting the call from the doctor's office and telling Daryl. What a day! We were so thankful! And then, I started having issues. It started at week 5. We weren't supposed to have our first ultrasound until week 10, but the doctor sent us in to check on the baby. There he was-a teeny tiny speck on the screen-our baby! Alive and looking good! Phew! Week 6 brought on some more issues and led to our 2nd ultrasound (and seeing the heartbeat for the 1st time). We were able to see Noah again and were reassured he was doing well. Week 7 brought more problems-this time was the worst by far. Instantly I thought the worst. Instead of turning to God, I turned to the Internet. I googled my symptoms and everything pointed to a miscarriage. I kept looking, but there was no hope-I was sure I had lost our baby. This time was also different in that we couldn't go in right away for an ultrasound. My doctor was out of town and wanted us to wait until her return 2.5 days later. The wait was devastating. I had nothing but time to imagine the worst. I was so angry with God-why would He make us wait so long to get pregnan,t only to lose the baby? That hurt! But, you know that wasn't the case. We were still pregnant and were blessed with a healthy little guy. It wasn't until today that I kind of made sense of that whole situation. As I said, we wouldn't have had our first ultrasound until 10 weeks had everything been normal. Because of the issues I was having, we got 3 extra ultrasounds to see our baby-from speck to bigger blob :) That may sound silly, but to us, it was absolutely amazing! I realized today those extra glimpses of Noah were little gifts from God and made us appreciate, even more, the miracle of birth. Beyond that, our struggles in my early pregnancy helped to take my thankfulness and faith deeper. In the 2.5 days we waited to see if there was still a baby, God surrounded me with positive thoughts and prayers from Daryl, our friends and family. By the time we walked in for that 7 week ultrasound, I was once again hopeful that our baby was still alive and if he wasn't, I felt hopeful that God would heal our hearts. That was an amazing transformation over a couple of days. From the moment we saw Noah's little heart beating again at 7 weeks, my days were filled with a cycle of prayer and thanksgiving. All throughout my day I prayed that Noah would continue to grow and thrive. At the end of each night, I was so thankful that God had allowed us another day to be pregnant. I learned to be thankful for each day, each moment He had given us.
I can't wait until Noah can grasp his story. The people praying for him before we were even pregnant, while we were pregnant and still today is amazing to me. I have no doubt that God has awesome plans for this kid. Please pray with us that we can be good parents to him and help lead him to the most incredible Creator ever.
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