January 7, 2010

• My Pregnancy Story: A Letter to my Son

  On the morning of June 13, 2009, my period was one day late.  Your dad and I had been taking classes to learn a new charting method to help us conceive again after the loss of our first child, your brother or sister, Francis.  According to my chart, I shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant.  So, I thought for sure I would just be wasting a pregnancy test, but I took one anyway.  I was sure the test would be negative, so I set it on the counter without giving it much thought.  When I looked at the test and saw those two pink lines, I was shocked!  It’s positive?!  I’m pregnant?!  I couldn’t believe it.  After the initial shock wore off, I was thrilled.  I looked at myself in the mirror and tears of joy began streaming down my face.  It was early on a Saturday morning, so your daddy was still sleeping.  I pulled myself together, woke him up and told him I had something in the bathroom to show him.  He was tired, and probably wondering what in the world I could have to show him in the bathroom, so he said he’d come look in five minutes.  I persuaded him to get up and look right away.  When he saw the test, he asked me “what is it?”  I looked at him with a smile on my face and he asked me again “what is it?”  I said, “It’s a pregnancy test…and it’s positive.”  He was just as shocked and thrilled as I was, gave me a great big hug…and went back to bed.

  We went to Vesta later that day to help your Uncle Andy serve food for River City Days that weekend.  I couldn’t contain myself and had to share the news with my parents right away.  Your grandparents were thrilled, too.  After losing Francis, I thought I would be extremely nervous the next time I got pregnant, but I wasn’t.  I felt only calm and joy; somehow I just knew you were going to be okay.  

  When we returned home on Sunday night, I took another pregnancy test just to be sure.  Of course, the second test was positive, too, so I scheduled a doctor appointment as soon as I could get in on Monday afternoon.  My regular doctor wasn’t working that day so I met with Dr. Spencer.  They did another pregnancy test at the clinic (also positive) and Dr. Spencer took a look at my chart.  He said, “This baby is a miracle.  These are the ones you know God wants you to have.”  (He said this because, according to my chart, I shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant when I did.)  Of course, I already thought of you as a miracle, but after hearing the doctor say that, I began referring to you as my Miracle Baby.   

  To be continued…

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