My husband, Tommy, and I have always talked about having 3 children, but after our daughter Abigail was born with an unexpected Port Wine Stain that covers most of the right side of her body, we just thought that maybe 2 was enough. But the day we brought her home from the hospital, I can remember feeling such joy. It was so overwhelming and in my heart I felt like we were supposed to have one more, but many trips to Texas Children's Hospital brought that feeling to a halt. It isn't easy to take your child in for any medical procedure that requires general anesthesia every six weeks - we did this to lighten the port wine stain and praise God it is working!
Then last summer, I was having some pains that I finally went to my doctor about and he suggested either a hysterectomy or a uterine ablation, but I told him I just wasn't ready to give up on having more kids. That night I prayed about it and told God I just couldn't deal with that kind of pain for much longer so if we were meant to have another child, then just show me what to do. Well, He did. Within about 2 weeks. I was so shocked (and a little embarrassed to go back to the doctor so soon) that I was about 6 weeks pregnant before I could even tell Tommy.
Our only prayer was to have a healthy baby. No trips to Texas Children's for this one please.
I was so sick I knew it was a girl long before any official sonogram told me so! But this time I was very weak. I couldn't breathe well. I felt horrible. I couldn't even stand up to do anything for very long. My doctor and I both decided the weakness just had to be my blood sugar regulating itself during pregnancy. The breathing worried him, so he sent me to a cardiologist just to make sure I had no blood clots or heart valve issues. We did all kinds of blood tests. Everything seemed fine. No reason to worry. I'd start feeling better soon.
Then last summer, I was having some pains that I finally went to my doctor about and he suggested either a hysterectomy or a uterine ablation, but I told him I just wasn't ready to give up on having more kids. That night I prayed about it and told God I just couldn't deal with that kind of pain for much longer so if we were meant to have another child, then just show me what to do. Well, He did. Within about 2 weeks. I was so shocked (and a little embarrassed to go back to the doctor so soon) that I was about 6 weeks pregnant before I could even tell Tommy.
Our only prayer was to have a healthy baby. No trips to Texas Children's for this one please.
I was so sick I knew it was a girl long before any official sonogram told me so! But this time I was very weak. I couldn't breathe well. I felt horrible. I couldn't even stand up to do anything for very long. My doctor and I both decided the weakness just had to be my blood sugar regulating itself during pregnancy. The breathing worried him, so he sent me to a cardiologist just to make sure I had no blood clots or heart valve issues. We did all kinds of blood tests. Everything seemed fine. No reason to worry. I'd start feeling better soon.
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