A baby story

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Today my baby turns six.

On this birthday, and every birthday that has come before, my mind is always flooded with the memories of my pregnancy, and how God was so good to bring me through such a rough time.

Let me take you back...

Before I got pregnant with Taylor I had a miscarriage. This was, of course, extremely painful, both emotionally and physically. Needless to say, when I got pregnant with Taylor about 4 months later, I was a bit gun-shy.

With Ashton, I opted out of the testing that tells you if your baby will have any kind of defect, but my OB/Gyn suggested that I have it this time because of a new defect that it tested for, so I obliged, somewhat against my better judgment.

I'll never (ever) forget receiving the call from my doctor telling my that Taylor's results for one of those defects was off the charts. I was home by myself, at lunch, and had no idea what to do. All I could think about was that I was somehow going to lose my baby. Again. My doctor told me not to worry, but I could hear the worry in her own voice as she gave me a referral to a specialist for an amnio. Unfortunately, after that amnio, I had to wait 4 weeks for the results.

The longest 4 weeks of my entire life.

But during those 4 weeks, I prayed more than I ever have before. My family prayed. My friends prayed. My small group prayed. My church prayed. It seemed like everyone that I knew was praying for my sweet baby.

And God answered. He always answers. Not always how we think He should, but this time, my baby, my sweet Taylor, was absolutely perfect.

Then when I was 32 weeks pregnant, I began to get this annoying itch all over my arms and legs. Seriously annoying. A few days later at my check-up, I happened to mention it to my doctor (which is really out of my character - I just thought it was silly, and I'm not one to mention silly things to the doctor) and it's a really good thing I did. Turns out I now had Kolestasis of pregnancy, which has something to do with the liver not flushing toxins properly, and if not addressed, could (worse case scenario) kill the baby.

Of course I flipped out. And then thanked the Lord for letting those silly words, "uh, well, my legs are itching a lot" come out of my mouth. From then on, I had to be monitored 2-3 times a week and take medication to help with my liver function.

On August 19, 2003, Taylor was born and declared as healthy as could be.

There are only a few times that I can look back on in my life and say without a doubt that God moved, or healed, or protected me in someway. This is one of them. And I will never forget it.

Happy birthday little man! Momma loves you more than you will ever know.

You've grown up so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were learning to walk.

And now you're learning to play Guitar Hero.

Where does the time go?

Tomorrow we'll go to meet your new Kindergarten teacher and I'll turn you over to her on Monday. I'm still not ready, but I know that you are. I know that once I take you there for kindergarten, it won't be long and you'll be like your sister... in 4th grade. But I guess I have to... because if I don't, they'll take me to jail, right?

Happy birthday! I know you're having more fun than should be allowed with your daddy and sister today :)

I love you!


Vern ~ Inspired said...

Thank you for sharing that awesome story of how the Lord took care of you!! Happy Birthday to Taylor!!

Isabelle said...

Awwww what a great story! Happy Birthday Taylor!

Jenster said...

Awww, I remember all this too. Hope you have a great day as well little momma!

Sweet Simplicity said...

That is a great story about faith and God's grace! Happy birthday Taylor! He is a cutie!

Tara Gibson said...

wonderful story! happy birthday to your sweet boy

Megan said...

I second Sweet Simplicity's "This is a great story about faith.."

Happy Birthday to Taylor!

Grand Pooba said...

Wow, what a story! That is seriously amazing, my biggest fear is to not be able to have kids so I understand how terrified you were! What a little miracle your guy!

Tell him happy birthday!

Kelsey Smith said...

Yay for being blessed with a healthy baby, and just another story to show God is in control!

Lindsey said...

Thanks for sharing, what an amazing story!!

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I’m Stephanie - wife to one extremely handsome cop; mother to two extremely silly kids. The hubs and I have been married since February ’99. I love him more each day and simply can’t get enough of him. My daughter, Ashton, is 12 going on 17. She’s beautiful, creative, smart, and oh, so sassy. Taylor, our son, is 8 and is so much like his daddy it’s scary. He makes me laugh all the time with the silly things he says and does. He won’t remember what you told him 5 minutes from now, just like his daddy. I love to laugh and spend time with friends and family. I’ve also recently discovered a love for cooking and enjoy sharing recipes. I love finding new blog friends, so be sure to leave a comment so I can do the same!
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