I had the urge to blog again! And not on any particular book I'm reading, but just on whatever I felt like blogging. So voila!
I'm attending a Bible Study at my church based on Joyce Myer's book "Never Give Up", which looks great. The devotionals at home have been awesome, and I have to do a little catch up, but I'm liking it so far. I'm also reading a "Mom's Devotional" during the day and I was working my way through a book on the Songs of Solomon. A little bit of everything here and there. More like an online journal.
My life finally took a drastic change, which I foresaw, with the birth of my son Caleb. Born 3 days ago and perfectly healthy, I am now home with the reality that all 3 kids and a cat are in the living room with us now! Fortunately I have plenty of help between here and when I can actually move around... giving me a chance to recover by only focusing on the baby and me. I'm thankful because my ankles are swollen now.
I guess I'll start this blog w/ a testimony. Monday of last week, I was in extreme pain, very pregnant. The Doctor had a question about my due date because there was a months' variance between the ultrasound date and her calculations. So she had set my surgery for November 2nd to be on the safe side. I requested for an earlier date, and she wouldn't do it without an amniocenthesis.
I go get this amnio done, and the doctor that is doing the procedure could not get a decent fluid sample. Caleb was kicking the needle (ow! sharp!) and at the final attempt, he put the umbilical cord across the needle so that the doctor drew up blood and the cord was bleeding on the ultrasound. That stopped the whole procedure (painful as it was) and put me in observation for an hour. It also made my OB resolved in her heart and mind to not do the cesarian earlier than November.
I was in extreme pain... and frustrated of all the doctor's visit, of the helplessness I felt. And on Wednesday, as I was in so much pain I was in tears all day, I took the nap time opportunity to pray. I resolved to commit my pain and this baby's delivery to God alone. I didn't want to call my doctor or go to the hospital again. I prayed for God to give me the strength until this baby was born and that He would deliver me. That's when I received a call from my OB that she changed her mind, and that she would do the procedure on Friday with a colleague.
Praise the Lord, as proof of God's insignia on this whole procedure, everything went textbook great. I had no challenges w/ the anesthesia. Caleb was born with a perfect APGAR score and at full-term weight and size. The tubal ligation went flawless. Paul was with Caleb the whole time and was very happy with the way he was treated. I recovered quickly. The whole hospital stay was amazing, and Caleb is responding to me pretty good. He was right!
I thank my Lord and Savior, for looking into my heart and answering my prayer in the best way. I knew, by mom's intuition, that I was ready. I didn't want to coherce my doctor into something she wouldn't be comfortable with. I don't know how or why, but it was the Holy Spirit that allowed for a change of heart and a spirit of confidence instead of fear. He confirmed what was in me.