We are so thankful to have our baby boy safely in our arms, and we look forward to watching our sons grow up together. They are three years apart in age.
Many of you know that we lost two babies in 2020, one at six weeks in July and a baby girl at 11 weeks in November. Due to some new health struggles, we were uncertain whether I would be able to successfully carry another pregnancy to term. When I found out last spring that I was expecting, we were nervous. We told our families and close friends so they could pray for us, but we opted not to talk much about the pregnancy for the first few months, in case it ended in miscarriage.
I had an ultrasound at eight weeks, and everything with the baby looked great, but they found a small cyst and hemorrhage. They told me there was no reason to worry unless it wasn’t gone by 20 weeks, but of course it was impossible to completely put it out of my mind for those three months.
I had a few other health issues early in my pregnancy that ended up being resolved, but they caused quite a bit of concern and a handful of appointments with two types of specialists. It was a busy time with all the medical visits, and it was especially hard to have had two losses. It’s just something that’s always at the back of your mind. I spent a lot of time in prayer, and I learned to trust God in deeper ways than ever before.
My nurse midwives were wonderful, and they knew that the first half of the pregnancy, before I was able to feel movement, would be difficult. Before I mentioned anything, they told me that I was welcome to come in for heartbeat checks with the doppler any time I was feeling nervous. I took them up on that two or three times between my monthly appointments.
After the 20-week ultrasound, we started letting ourselves get excited about the baby. I had a couple more health concerns in the second half of the pregnancy, and it was noticeably more difficult on my body than my first.
To Be Continued…