As Mother's Day is approaching, I find myself re-living my journey to becoming a mom. My husband and I had been married for 2 years, had both graduated from college, and had full time jobs. We both agreed it was "time".
After a year of trying, we decided to go to a fertility specialist. Tests were done. The results: we both had issues...not good. Actually, after all the tests, our doctor told us that our chances of having our own children were "slim to none". Unless you've been through this, you can't imagine the utter heart-wrenching pain this causes.
What should we do? The options the doctor gave us at the time were fertility drugs or adoption.
Fertility drugs: We just didn't want to go there yet...that's all...
Adoption: Definitely an option, escpecially since I am an adoptee. We began looking into it, but we weren't actually sure it's what we wanted to do.
The option our doctor didn't give us: Prayer. We chose this option.
My husband and I were youth pastors at the time and had a missons trip to Mexico planned. The whole trip I kept smelling things no one else could smell. I had to go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME!!! Come to find out...I was pregnant!
My pregnancy was high risk because I was diagnosed with pre ecclampsia. At 33 weeks I was told to be on bed rest, but I continued to work = BAD IDEA! Because I didn't follow my doctor's advice, Caleb Michael was born at 36 weeks and barely over 5 pounds. But PRAISE GOD, he was with us and he was healthy.
God is good!
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