The time leading up to and the birth of our third child was one of the most momentous occasions for our family. It was a time of great spiritual growth for many involved. I would like to share some of what I wrote in my journal during those three weeks of hospital bed rest. I will not share every word nor will I share names as I feel some details are just for my family’s remembrance. For the blog posts I will simply say, “A friend.” For clarification I will be adding in details that I didn’t actually write in the journal. To keep the posts short I will share only one or two entries at a time. My purpose in doing this is to give a testimony of God’s amazing mercy, power, sovereignty, and provision. Also, to encourage any of you who do not journal to begin! This has become a wonderful part of my walk with the Lord. It is so uplifting to read back through all the things God has taught us and really see His faithfulness.
Monday, Oct. 22, 2007 (actually written the 28th, looking back over the week)
Jason and I went for an appointment today with a specialist concerning placenta previa. This was a visit just to get the details and recommendation for the type of delivery I would need (c-section or not). The specialist conveyed to us how serious our situation was and said we need to be prepared to come immediately to the hospital if I should have any complications. He even went as far as asking us how far from the hospital we lived and if we had close neighbors. He said I should be careful with lifting and not to take any long walks. (I have to tell you here that we went camping two days earlier and went on a hike! Wow, how merciful God is!) We went home and began to make plans for possible scenarios.
That night as we arrived at Lydia’s riding lesson, the very situation the doctor warned us about, happened. We left and drove straight to the hosptial. I was told I might deliver the baby that night, at 32 weeks, but I would at least be staying the night and watched closely. We began to pray for mercy-specifically for the baby’s health, my health, and care for the girls. Jason called a friend and she came and picked up the girls from the hospital, went by our house for their things and took them to spend the night with her.
As I look at that now, I see how quickly God answered our prayers. That night was very long as I was monitored constantly in the Labor and Delivery department. We were scared, but we also had a peace knowing God was in control and He had our girls taken care of.
To be continued…