The scariest thing:
I had a scare this week which gave me an even greater appreciation for every precious moment this baby grows within me.
Yesterday afternoon I discovered I was spotting; not a lot of blood, but after two miscarriages and an ectopic pregnancy it was definitely NOT what I wanted to see. I would love to say I responded with complete faith, but I didn’t. I freaked out. I cried. I prayed. I begged God to save my baby.
By then it was too late to call the clinic, so I called the after-hours number and the on call OB said to stay down and see what happened; there was not much they could do at this point (12 weeks).
My husband prayed with me and I slowly accepted that all I could do was wait on the Lord.
On the way to the clinic early this afternoon there was a preacher on the radio talking about Genesis 1 “Let Us make man in our image, according to Our Likeness.” That really struck me. This tiny little baby is already an image-bearer of God, and surely God already loves this child as I do; or more.
The sweetest sound:
The first thing the OB did was check for a heartbeat, and it was the most wonderful, glorious, reassuring sound in the whole world. Everything was fine; it was just a broken blood vessel.
On the way home I couldn’t help but think of all the times I nearly lost my son while I was still pregnant with him. Yet he’s now a healthy fourteen-year old. And even though I didn’t know the Lord at the time, God had His hand on my Son. He gave me this boy, an image-bearer of God. We have had some really tough times with him lately, and this was such a good reminder to me that he really is a gift from God.
Thank you Lord, for a little blood spotting to remind me of how great and powerful You are.