My Miraculous 11 Week Pregnancy
There are days when you go through your everyday life and everything is normal. Then there are days when something changes your life in an instant. And this was one of those days. My husband and I had been trying to have a sweet bundle of joy for 8 years with no success. Yes, a few disappointments, but no sweet little thing to hold and call our own. Until one day, everything changed.
A kick…that was a kick. There’s no denying what I just felt. Oh. my. word…how did this happen? After 8 years of trying, many tears, many disappointments, the unknown. I lay there in my bed and I began to feel of my stomach, I could feel the form of a baby in there. I had no idea what to think at that point because I was in such shock. It seemed like all of this had come out of the blue. No symptoms, no cravings, nothing to suggest to me that I possibly could have been expecting. I knew that I needed to take a test for proof’s sake but I didn’t need that test to tell me what I already knew.
So I took it. I waited until the next day to do so because it took me that long to talk myself into taking the test. I watched as the test began to form and as the double lines came across. There it was, the proof of what I had felt the day before. But seeing this caused such emotion in me that I sat down in my bathroom floor and cried tears of joy and thankfulness! Yes, I had seen those double lines before and it didn’t turn out the way we had hoped it would. But this was different…I felt that baby kick with force and felt the form of it in my stomach.
I needed to tell my husband! I drove to his job to tell him because he was leaving to go out of town for the weekend and I would not see him for a few days. This was not something I could just tell him over the phone. So there I went with the proof in hand. I was so nervous while on the way and I had no idea why. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell him and how I should break the exciting, yet completely shocking, news! I sat in his office and told him what was going on and showed him the proof, and what do I get? A blank stare. Deadpan. I asked him if he realized what I was telling him. He knew, but there were just so many emotions attached to that news and I completely understood. After a few seconds he snapped out of it and began tearing up with the realization that we had a little one the way! We agreed not to tell anyone until after we had seen the doctor and until we knew how far along I was. I told him that I expected I was farther along than most women were when they found out because I had felt the baby kick. I was thinking somewhere around 16 weeks. Little did I know…
Oh to have been a fly on the wall at the doctor’s office when I made the call to schedule an appointment to see the doctor. Hahaha. How was I going to explain to this woman that I had no idea how far along I was but yet I had felt the baby kick? I gave her the information she asked for and when it came time to state my name, I did so. All of a sudden I hear, “Oh my gosh LaDonna! You’re pregnant??” Who in the world was I talking with? I quickly realized who it was and we began chattering with excitement about it. The receptionist and I both agreed that it was a conversation that she and I will never forget.
Blake and I go to the appointment, fill out the necessary paperwork, answer the doctors questions, we ask him questions…and then he measures. My doctor tells me I am measuring at 22 weeks, and that he expected me to be around 20-24 weeks along. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was shocked. And let me just stop and say, No, I am not a large lady. I was an active mother to two foster children and I kept busy. I had recently began feeling “bloated” and was wondering why I couldn’t shed the my pudgy tummy I had going on. Now we know! Blake and I just looked at each other wide-eyed and we just started grinning. This was really happening and we were way past the “beginning stages of pregnancy”. My doctor just laughed and said “you’re over half way to delivery!” So he schedules an ultrasound for the next day to determine a more accurate due date and we were told we would most likely be able to find out the sex of the baby. Yay!! This was all happening so fast, it was a whirlwind.
The next day, we excitedly and nervously go and have the ultrasound to find out more information. The ultrasound technician said it was most definitely a boy! And I was…26 WEEKS PREGNANT! That is over 6 months along. Not 20, not 22, not 24, but 26. I promise, I about fell off of the table. What? Was she sure? But there it was in black and white, there was the proof on the ultrasound. My sweet baby boy was due to arrive on August 11th, although he came to us 3 weeks early. So from the beginning of me finding out how far along I was to delivering him, my friends, that’s only 11 weeks! That’s how long I had to prepare for my little miracle. We had also purchased a new home during that time, so it was a busy and exciting time in our life. God was pouring out His blessings!
Because of the health issues that I had, it was not uncommon for me to go many months without having the monthly visitor that every woman has. Very sporadic would be a good term to use when talking about this issue. When we found out that we were expecting, I dated back to when we conceived our child. I was shocked to realize that the scientific thing that has to happen to conceive, never happened! When God is ready to bring His plan to fruition, there are things that happen that even science can’t explain.
I would also like to tell you that not only did I have an easy and short pregnancy, but my labor and delivery was with ease and quick. I have had many women tell me, in loving fun, that I did not experience the true pregnancy and birthing process. But I am here to tell you that when God does it, He does it perfectly. I prayed through my labor and delivery process and I thanked God for each contraction that I had. This child was something my husband and I had prayed to receive for a long time and I knew I must go through a little pain to receive it. I was willing to go through that pain to birth the miracle that God had chosen to give us.
What Blake and I went through and experienced was nothing but the work of God Almighty. After we had been trying to have a baby for over a year, with no success, a woman who had no idea what we were dealing with, prophesied to me. Her words…”God will open up your womb and you will carry a child”. That is what kept my faith strong all of those years. I had received a word from God, a promise, and I held on to it. This child that I was carrying was a miracle in so many ways. I told friends and family so many times, after finding out about him, that God had this baby in His hands and was protecting him and keeping him through the process. Because of health issues and what I had been told by doctors, the fact of what was happening was to be nearly impossible. Yet, I was living proof there was a miracle growing in me!
I’ve heard so many times that God is in the details of our lives. He shows ways of how He has everything perfectly planned. I want to share with you ways God has shown us how He is in control. My sweet little baby’s due date was August 11th. A scripture in the Bible that I held on to for many years is Hebrews 11:11 “Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised”. No, I wasn’t past age to carry and deliver a child. But as I mentioned, I had been given a promise many years before, 7 years before to be exact, and I was going to hold on to that word with every ounce of faith that I had. Yes, there were times it was frustrating. And no, I never imagined it would be an 8 year trial, but God is faithful.
He was born on July 21st (7/21), turn that around and you will get 1:27. 1 Samuel 1:27 says “For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of him”. Through this I want you all to know, there is NOTHING too hard for the Lord. Nothing.
Y’all, God was with me every second of my pregnancy and delivery. I’d love for you to read A Beautiful Childbirth, and read about how I prayed through the labor and delivery.
Also, go check out my continuation of how God worked in our lives on my post Dealing with Infertility .
Much Love to Y’all!