Birth Plans (Part 12)

This is another post in a series on how God has changed me through the ups and downs of pregnancy, childbirth, and miscarriage. (View the previous post here, or start at the beginning here.)

“What?!” I said as I watched the blue line appear on the pregnancy test. This was the first time in ten years our prevention had failed. I was overdue for a cycle, but that was normal. Since this one was especially late, I finally decided to test.

“Um, I just took a pregnancy test,” I told David, who was about to head out the door for work. “It was positive.”
“I guess we’re having three kids!” he said with a smile. He hugged and kissed me before leaving, promising we could talk more when he came home.

I started worrying. I had taken several over-the-counter pain-relievers for migraines in the previous weeks, and wondered if I had hurt the baby. I didn’t know how far along I was, but I wasn’t experiencing any pregnancy symptoms. I told myself I might not be far enough along to have symptoms yet anyway, and decided to re-focus through prayer.

I’ve kept a journal during each pregnancy and delivery, so I started a new journal with a prayer thanking Jesus for the beautiful surprise. Then I called my OB-GYN’s office and told the nurse I was pregnant.

“Let’s do an HcG blood test to determine your pregnancy hormone levels,” said the nurse, when I told her I didn’t know how far I was. I asked her about the pain-relievers I’d taken, and she assured me she wasn’t concerned.

“I really want to announce the baby to my family at my birthday dinner this weekend,” I told David later.
“What if we had Brayden announce it, and I could get it on video?” he said.
Saturday Brayden sat in my lap and announced, “Mommy has a baby in her tummy!” to my surprised family.

The next day was Mother’s Day. After church we stopped in at David’s parent’s house, and while I was in the bathroom Brayden decided to make his announcement. I walked out to “Congratulations!” from my in-laws.

The nurse called several days later with the results of my HcG blood test.
“You’re at least 8 weeks along,” she said. “Let’s schedule an ultrasound so we can get a more accurate due-date. We won’t look at much. We’ll just measure the baby and you’ll get to see the heartbeat.” She suggested a date for the ultrasound.
“That’s my 30th birthday!” I said. “That would be a great birthday present — to see the baby for the first time!”

Later that evening there was a beautiful double rainbow stretching across the sky out in front of our house. It was pretty amazing, so we took some pictures.

My birthday arrived, and David took some time off work to join me for the appointment. After dropping the kids off at my sister’s house, we headed to the hospital to see our baby for the first time.

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  • Heather Clack Taylor

    I found u a few days ago and I have been refreshing this page daily to see when u post another update! Having been thru a miscarriage due to ectopic pregnancy, taking so long to pregnant with my two babies here on earth, and walked along so many of my fam and friends with these issues, I am loving these posts! Thank u for talking about this. So many women are hurting silently due to shame and guilt. We need to talk about this!

    • I’m so sorry you’ve had to walk through miscarriage also. I completely relate to feeling the shame and guilt of miscarriage, but knowing I’m not alone. I’m glad this series is encouraging to you! Thank you for the comment!

  • Connie Miller

    Really enjoying your story!