I can remember the feeling like it was just yesterday. Within two weeks of having my third child, I knew I wanted another baby. Matters not that she barely made it here, cord wrapped around her neck and breeched! I knew I wanted to have another child. So, when I realized I was pregnant, I felt as though God had heard my heart’s request with and said yes!
The pregnancy went without event. Having three other children, all under the age of five, helps you not remember much of anything. Well, the day finally arrived. I. Was. In. Labor. The cool thing was, it was my husband’s birthday. We dropped the children at my in-laws, called my folks and headed to the hospital. I remember thinking, this should be easy, fourth time? Piece of cake!
Well, upon settling in, first order of business was to monitor the baby. They could not get a heartbeat….they tried and tried…externally then internally….no heartbeat. Finally, we were told, “I’m sorry.” The reality of the mere thought that my son was dead flowed slowly through my veins. If I had enough time, I would share the wide-range of emotions I went through after my baby’s death.
During my emotional time of grieving, I asked God, “Why did you take my son?” He replied, “He was never yours to begin with.” Internalizing that revelation helped me to move on.
Fast forward 7 years, when God reminded me and my husband that we had wanted to adopt children as well as have children. So, we started the process of adoption (which was rather painless) and asked for the Lord’s will to be done.
Today, we have five wonderful children. All I can say is, “Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory…!” Ephesians 3: 20-21a
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