Many months ago, Mark and I began talking about our desire… and our fear…to have another baby of our own. We talked, we thought, we prayed, and we decided our longing outweighed our fears.
One of the first things we did was meet with an obstetrician who specializes in high-risk pregnancies and complications. We agreed from the beginning that if the doctors thought it was just too risky and there was nothing they could do to help support a full-term delivery, we would not even pursue it further.
The testing and talking and researching and examining brought a more postive report than either of us expected. The doctor said he wouldn’t advise against a baby, and he said there was much more that could be done this time to help me carry to term. We actually were not expecting that answer, and were already trying to accept that we would not have another child of our own… but we were thrilled with the news and well… got busy!
Months dragged on and we were repeatedly disappointed with my failure to get pregnant. Anticipation grew into worry, and when we followed up with my doctor he ran us through some fertility testing. We didn’t get the conclusive results we wanted, and after a few more months of hoping and more testing, we were told that invitro fertilization was probably the best option and it might be time to look into that. I had spent months arguing with God, wondering why He would not want this for us, accusing Him of not allowing that piece of healing in our hearts.
After all the exhausting months of disappointment and resentment, I finally came to a place where I realized that trying to control my life was wearing me out. I threw up my hands, asked His forgiveness, and told Him that if a baby is not what He has for us, than I trust He knows what He’s doing, and His plan is even better. The peace that followed was like a balm to my anxious spirit. I hadn’t gotten the answer I wanted, but somehow I knew that whatever was in store was going to fufill my desires even more completely.
So, fast forward about a week to me pulling out the last eighty-eight cent pregnancy test I had stashed in the cabinet. Well, what the heck. I’m not buying anymore of these. Might as well use it up. It’s waaayyyy too early for it to be positive even if I was pregnant.
And pause right there to see that look on my face AGAIN when I remember that every time I think I know what’s in store for me, God LOVES to shake things up.