A picture says so many things when you are looking carefully enough. Friday was a day we had planned for months. It was the day we would find out the sex of our baby. There are MANY reasons why this picture is so perfect.
First, let me share what the last five months has been like starting with the week I found out that I was pregnant. At 5 weeks pregnant (1 month 1 week) I was hospitalized with extreme pain & discomfort. The doctor in the ER wanted to admit me after giving me an ultrasound and telling me there was no baby in my uterus. There was signs of a pregnancy but two things would most likely happen while there. I was either experiencing an ectopic pregnancy OR I had lost the baby (even though there was no bleeding). I told him I was sure I may have been passing a stone with my known kidney disease and the frequency of stones I get, but he was giving me the other scenario. After a few days in the hospital and blood work they did determine it was kidney infection and a stone passing. But, why was there nothing in my uterus?? After a week they gave me another US and there on the monitor was my baby with a strong heart beat. I was sent home on bed rest for the remainder of the 1st trimester. It was extremely hard to have no activity and be restricted to my bed for the next three months. Edema was terrible and with water retention & lack of activity I gained 25lbs in three months. The swelling in my hands, legs, face & feet is crazy.
Secondly, this past week my husband was informed that his brother had been killed. Murdered while visiting PR. The news was unexpected & brought great sadness to Joey. The recent issues with his health have been overwhelming for him & now this news. A rough season in deed.
Instead of canceling the gender reveal party on Friday, we decided to keep it going. I’m so glad we did. My cousin Michelle was the only one who knew the gender of the baby. My son Jonah was so confident that God was blessing him with a baby brother to love, play with & grow with. Even when I tried to prepare his heart that it could possibly be a girl, he wasn’t having it. Telling us that God was giving us a boy.
When we opened that box and saw blue balloons so much joy overwhelmed us. I couldn’t help but thank The Lord that even in the midst of so much tragedy & so much pain we had been facing lately, He was answering prayer & giving us our hearts desire. I couldn’t help but think, just 12 weeks earlier doctors were trying to convince me this baby would not live. I couldn’t help but think about what the last five months of being pregnant had felt like & how much pain has been felt. I couldn’t help but think that even though my husband was mourning over his brothers murder, here he was able to rejoice & so whole heartily at that. I couldn’t help but notice how much joy my family was feeling at that moment.
A picture says so much, and this one says: God is gracious!!