Dear Friends,
Today was another mile-stone for us. We had our first OB appointment with the High Risk specialist. The appointment was 3 hours long and quite eventful.
We started out at the desk where we filled out the usual paperwork and back I went to run to the bathroom stop. I went into a room on my own as the nurse (Karen) asked for information. I am 35 now, and not considered a spring chicken anymore, so they asked right away for genetic testing and an Amnio. I denied the tests and signed papers denying each genetic test. While I'm sure they have their reasons for them, I find no cause for us to have them. If God created this little Miracle and has since continued to care for him or her, I am faithfully trusting HE will know best and there is no reason to cause fear and discontentment. God doesn't create trash and thus, our baby is wanted no matter the outcome. While we pray our baby is healthy and happy, we also accept it's diversity if he or she has a genetic predisposition. I find no good in this testing for me and actually put more trust that God knows what He is doing with the miracle He has created as our Great Physician. Praise Be To God for such a miraculous creation!
My husband was brought in the room shortly after, where we discussed insulin questions and agreed to focus on getting the "pump" for insulin regulation. We want to keep this baby safe and having regular "good" readings through pump regulation will help lessen a WHOLE lot of stress. So I'm doing the paperwork as we speak, will call the company on Monday who will get the ball rolling with our insurance company ((please pray Pomco doesn't give us any problems. The sooner I get on the insulin pump, the better and healthier it is for me AND the baby)). If all goes well, in a month or two, I will be hospitalized for 2-3 days to place the cathetor and pump inlay. I'm hospitalized because I'm pregnant and they MUST watch the baby.
After our questions were answered, I asked if they would give me a sonogram to date the baby and make sure our baby was doing well. We got into the room, and the Dr. couldn't see anything or hear anything. My heart skipped a beat...but I just kept praying that God would again provide a miracle to see the baby and hear his or her heartbeat so early.
He got up and asked to have a pelvic sonogram done to get a closer look. While we waited, I had the basic checkup done, breast exam, paps, heart rate, etc. Then was led to the room with the sono technician.
She too had a hard time seeing the baby and then had me put both hands under my back and lift my bum up. Sure enough...there was our wee little one with a heart. The heart monitor was flat and I began to pray again to ask God to help us hear the babys heartbeat. Please God....Let us hear the babys heartbeat. Bless us dear Father with Your presence. Give us confirmation though many have said it's too early. Sure enough......We heard the heart beating. Praise God! 129 was the heart rate. Not only was there a heartbeat, but a GOOD heart rate. We prayed and God answered.
Shortly after, we found out we are 6w3d and are due February 23, though the Dr. is confident it will be earlier. Would you believe our Wedding anniversary is February 9th? What a blessed month in February....when most find winter to be a time of death and spring to be a rebirth, I have found nothing but LIFE in the winter. God has been VERY good to us and my life is an absolute testimony to His grace, love, protection and mercy. I do not deserve anything I have, yet I am blessed by His gifts and am content where we ARE.
Again, Praise Be To God. My Cup Runneth Over!
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