miracle story

our sweet baby girl. 21 weeks.

This girl is a miracle. as are all children. I think it's just way too easy for me to forget that. I will never forget it as long as I live from now on though. I just can't ever grasp how this teeny tiny little person with the smallest little organs and fingers and vessels is growing somehow inside of my tummy and I'm not doing anything. God is doing ALL of it. and He has and is truly creating her to be perfect in His sight. created in His image. to reflect Him at all times and to shine for Him in her daily life {which is why I want to name her a certain name that mark and I have not agreed upon for sure yet and he would probably not like me to announce her name on here before he knows it yet. haha.... hopefully we will give her a name in the next few weeks when we have more time to talk and pray about it}

anyway... here's the miracle that happened a few weeks ago. I want to write this down so that our sweet girl will know what an incredible creation she is and so that she can read this someday and know the details... 

We went in for our 20 week sono to find out that she was a girl. Praise Jesus we were able to schedule it when Mark was working nights and had that day off and was able to be there. Reese was there too and thought it was really neat to see the pictures of the baby on the screen and she loves to look at the sono pictures now too :) so cute. we kept trying to explain how the baby in mommys tummy is a girl like reese but she just kept saying 'no its a baby!' :)

We were just living in bliss that day, so excited about another baby girl on the way to be Reesers best friend. To be a daddys girl. To wear all of the cute clothes that are in boxes that we already have (praise the Lord). and we were beyond thankful that her organs and heart and brain and fingers and toes, etc were all there. and all functioning perfectly. 

Glory to God for what He has done and what He has created. 

So then the next day while R was napping and Mark was sleeping because he had worked the previous night. I got a call from my dr saying that she had received a call from the radiologist who reviewed everything from the sono and that they had a concern that our baby girl might have a cleft palette. 

my heart sank. 

MY baby. I thought. there's no way. we already saw her yesterday. 

She was perfect. 

So, she said their nurse would be calling me and we'd schedule a high-risk ultrasound in a few days to make sure. I said a quick prayer that I could have strength through all of this and give it to God before I lose it and I walked slower than I ever have up the stairs, woke up mark and started crying as I told him what had just happened. Of course he was in a dead sleep (imagine this being told to you in the middle of the night - poor guy) and it took him a few minutes to process what I was saying but even when he did he was super cool and collected -of course- and i think the first thing he said was 'but she's healthy?' to which I stopped sobbing and realized there is much much much worse news that could have come thru the phone about our sweet girl. my hubby helped me put it into perspective and we prayed about it for a while together and Mark talked some wisdom into me - well i guess more accurately God talked wisdom into me through Mark and I pulled myself together enough to call our parents, family and close friends and ask for prayer. 

We then had to wait an entire week to find out if she did have a cleft palette or cleft lip or both and how severe it was - if they could even tell that - and then we would begin to meet with surgeons because apparently that kind of surgery happens very quickly after the baby is born. It was a long week.

And boy did God teach me in that week. 

Lots of people kept telling me stories about how the sono tech had said something to someone they knew about the baby and then they went in for a more intense sono and it wasn't there. or they were tracking something throughout the whole pregnancy and when the baby was born they were perfect. and the stories kept coming but I was really trying not to focus on that they could have been wrong. 

I was focusing on the part where God says "you are fearfully and wonderfully made." I kept telling both of our sweet girls this over and over. who cares what you look like. who cares if your hair is curly or straight (reese is really into this right now) who cares if you talk like youre from the north or the south. God only looks at your heart. why is it so hard for us to only look there too?? and really I didnt care about what she looked like or that the cleft would make her look any different (bc I had already heard the surgeries they do now for this are incredible and its really not a big deal - i guess my surgeon of a husband knows a little about this stuff :) but what was breaking my heart was the fact that I might not be able to nurse her and the fact that she would have to go through surgery as a teeny little 8 lb baby and maybe even several more in her lifetime, and that it could effect her speech and her ability to eat and smell... etc. I kept telling myself 'she is still created in HIS image. she is still perfect in HIS sight. and she is still such a miracle and a gift to our family' but it still hurt my heart.

Eph. 3:20

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurable more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us..."

John 16:33

"I have told you these things, so that you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble but TAKE HEART, I have overcome the world.

Hebrews 10:23

"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful!"

Psalm 112:7-8

"He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast trusting in the Lord. His heart is secure, he will have no fear."

So, we prayed a lot. that God would give us peace. that He would keep her healthy and strong. that it would be nothing on the sono. and that if it was something that it would be minor or that ultimately he would close the cleft!!! We took off to Branson for the weekend actually and that was awesome to not dwell on it and to have a date night with my hubby to process it together (thanks gigi and papajoe!). 

{again I hesitated even writing this whole blog because I know there are much much harder things to process about your kiddos health and this was a small one... but I just want to write down our story.}

I realized in that week also that I hadn't really been thinking or praying for this second baby nearly as much as I did with Reese. Obviously this time around we have a TON of things going on at the same time but still I think for some reason I just hadn't taken this pregnancy as seriously as I should have been. I had been just totally taking for granted that she was growing and forming and - don't get me wrong I was praying for her and talking about her - but I don't think I had really wrapped my mind around the fact that she was a whole new person coming into our family and making it even better than it already was. and not just a little baby for us to play with and care for. but a new life. a new special, perfect person. and God already has a perfect plan for her life. He already knows her name and what talents and hobbies she'll have and where she'll go to college and who she will marry. and I realized through that week that I needed to be praying for those things and for her heart and for her to shine Jesus through everything she does. 

so... I praised Jesus for my friend Rachel who has a two year old and could watch Reese while I went to the appt. and Reese was excited to go play there. I prayed with all that I was that Mark could make it to the appt too - but for some reason God had him working on an 8+ hour procedure that morning and he didn't even get to check his phone until HOURS after I had already found out the news. I listened to Shane&Shane and sung scripture back to Jesus for days and then cried and cried the whole way to the appt. but they weren't tears of fear or saddness. They were honestly tears of joy because I knew no matter what, this baby girl was going to do BIG things in her life and that God has already created her for His purpose. and i felt so overwhelmed and blessed that He had created her for me and for our family. and it took all of these things to lead to that moment in my car in the parking lot for my silly little mind to grasp that. 

then i waited alone forever in the office. and finally the nurse took me to the back room. my phone was vibrating like crazy with so many people saying they were praying. she looked and looked at the baby. I tried to pretend like I knew what we were looking at but couldn't for the life of me understand where her nose and lips were when they do it as a cross section. and then she so casually said, 'well her nose sure looks pretty to me?' and i thought, hmmm what exactly does that mean? she kept looking and was taking tons of still shots of what I thought was her heart. and then said, 'well if i was you and this was my baby I wouldn't be worried at all. she looks great to me. I'll send all this to the dr to review and she'll meet with you in a few minutes.' 

I was praising Jesus so much but trying not to get too excited bc I didn't really know what all that meant exactly. and I really thought she had looked at her mouth/nose for like 2 seconds so how could she have even seen for sure?

Then I waited forever again. 

Another dr came in and said, 'do you know why they called you in here today?' obviously i said 'uh yes!' and she said "well I'm thinking they were totally wrong" 

to which I thought "well I'm thinking GOD just did a miracle!!!!"

she proceeded to go over all the pictures with me. and what I thought was her heart they were looking at earlier was actually somehow her lips and nose and she showed me how they were totally formed. She also pulled up the picture that the tech from the week before saw and showed me why they had the concern in the first place. In that picture there is an obvious something covering her lip - even I could see it with my little eyes. and in the new pictures it is obviously not there. miracle. She said it was probably the baby's umbilical cord that was casting a shadow on the baby's lip and we have nothing to worry about. We sure didn't need to do an echo like we had planned and that we had a perfect baby girl on the way. 

I was grinning ear to ear. I was also thinking she was really perfect either way but this is just a miracle :)

I again went to my car and cried. so thankful that our girl is still healthy. and that we won't have to worry about all the complications that could have come with her having a cleft palette. 

Glory to God. "Let us tell about what he has done!" Jer 51:10

thank you Jesus for your mercy and for your constant love. He who promised is faithful. and we are thankful.

So, sweet baby girl, that's how your story has started and I can't wait to see what else God has in store for your precious life. Keep growing in there and we can't wait to meet you and hold you and squeeze you in 17 more weeks :)

also...

My dad writes a really awesome parenting blog {parentingyourteen101.com} and he wrote a little something about our story and interpreting good things for bad things and bad things for good things "It's amazing that an umbilical cord, the very pathway used to nurture and provide life for a child in the womb, could be mistaken for a birth defect. God knows how to turn bad things into good things."  It's really neat. Here it is:

The Umbilical Cord

"Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.” -James 1:2-3

In life, it's so easy to misinterpret bad things for good things and good things for bad things. Paul challenges us to, "Consider it all joy when we encounter various trials." But when we're actually in the middle of tragedy or difficulty, it's hard to see the good in the trial. However, so often, difficulties are blessings in disguise. If we're not careful, we can wish for the removal of something only to find that it's something good.

My precious daughter, Elizabeth, and her wonderful husband, Mark, are expecting their second daughter in January. Reese is our two-year old granddaughter and she'll be a great big sister. We've been so excited for baby number two.

But we had some difficult news last week. Elizabeth went in for an ultrasound and they saw indicators that the baby might have a cleft pallet. Many have received more difficult news, but we were disappointed for the surgeries that would be required. The doctor told Elizabeth that they would do a more detailed ultrasound in a week and that there was a chance it could be negative.

We all joined in prayer and resolved that if it was a cleft pallet, the trials of surgeries to come would be part of God's plan. We were reminded that every child is "fearfully and wonderfully made", defects and all. But at the same time, we prayed for a healthy baby.

The week went by very slowly (as they always do in these situations), and Elizabeth called later that morning to give us the news. "The baby’s umbilical cord had been hanging in front of her face causing a shadow and that's what they thought was the cleft pallet. The baby is fine." We were all relieved. It's amazing that an umbilical cord, the very pathway used to nurture and provide life for a child in the womb, could be mistaken for a birth defect.

God knows how to turn bad things into good things. Just ask Joseph. He was taken through deception and betrayal by his very flesh and blood. He was sold into slavery and thrown into prison. He had every right to be bitter and angry. But instead, he embraced forgiveness and did not "take into account a wrong suffered." He acknowledged that God could take a bad thing and use it for good.

Jim Lovell, the Apollo 13 astronaut, described a time he saw bad used for good. "I remember this one time - I'm in a Banshee at night in combat conditions, so there's no running lights on the carrier. It was the Shrangri-La, and we were in the Sea of Japan and my radar had jammed, and my homing signal was gone... because somebody in Japan was actually using the same frequency. And so it was - it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. And I'm lookin' down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: zap. Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. All my instruments are gone. My lights are gone. And I can't even tell now what my altitude is. I know I'm running out of fuel, so I'm thinking about ditching in the ocean. And I, I look down there, and then in the darkness there's this uh, there's this green trail. It's like a long carpet that's just laid out right beneath me. And it was the algae, right? It was that phosphorescent stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship. And it was - it was - it was leading me home. You know? If my cockpit lights hadn't shorted out, there's no way I'd ever been able to see that. So uh, you, uh, never know... what... what events are to transpire to get you home."

We need to be careful what we pray. The very thing we ask to be removed might be the very thing that takes us home. Umbilical cords need to stay put but cockpit lights need to go out. God's will is always best in the long run.

It's so much better to rest in His will.

By Eric Joseph Staples ©

www.parentingyourteen101.com