Come travel back to the day you found out you were pregnant and share it with the group!
Travel back with me to the year 1995. We were the proud parents of 3 beautiful children-all of which were planned exactly when we wanted them. Life was good---we had just purchased our first house after being married for 13 years. We had a big span between our first 2 kiddos and #3. We had been debating all summer whether we should go ahead and plan to have a #4 who would be closer in age to Austen, our #3. We had decided, "no", having just bought our first house and money being tight and all. We had a garage sale before moving into our new home. We sold, you guessed it, ALL our baby stuff...after all, Austen was already 3 years old and we wouldn't be needing it. As the lady put our crib in her car we laughingly joked about all the people who find themselves pregnant after getting rid of all their stuff. This was September.........
Fast forward to January----I was finding myself so very tired. But who wouldn't be tired what with working part time as a house cleaner and being mom to three very busy kids? Oh, and did I mention how we were spending a lot of time painting and wall papering rooms in our home? But that fatigue just didn't go away... and seemed to get worse, week after week. Finally in February I started thinking how I hadn't really had my friend "flo" visit for a while--how long it had been I didn't know but I quickly ripped the old wall calendar off the wall and tried to jog my memory and frantically count days.
I told my loving husband that I thought I might be pregnant and he laughed and said that couldn't be--just wait another week. One Monday morning, he had the day off and was in the shower in our bathroom. I couldn't take it any longer and went into the kid's bathroom and took a little test. I watched the little line turn pink and took a second look and a third look, both of disbelief!
I ran into our bathroom and stuck the test inside the shower curtain and screamed, "Look at this! Look at this!!" He was trying to figure it out as I was hysterically crying. These were not happy tears. We had planned our life, we had gotten rid of everything to do with babies, money was tight so how would I purchase everything again?? How could God allow this? I was such a spoiled brat--and my attitude for the 9 months was pretty crummy. It didn't help that I was all day "morning " sick for about 7 of the 9 months. And oh the fatigue!!
When I was in labor we almost lost Samuel to a prolapsed cord. It was in those panic stricken moments before the doctor came in the room to take control of the situation that I called out to God as I realized that I could lose my baby and yes, I really did want this baby and was so blessed to be given the chance to be this little one's mommy.
7 lbs. 2.5 oz.
Born at 3:56 a.m.
Our precious little gift from God