606 Days
This not the story people expect me to tell, though my story
wasn’t well known. We dealt with it
silently, we didn’t want their questions, their frustration to affect us and we
didn’t want them to fill our faith with doubt.
So we spoke to only those close to us, but as the months went by we got
more closed mouthed about it and more vague when people directly asked. Their efforts to comfort us, only frustrated
us more. Here is our story.
My husband and I were happily married March 8, 2014 and we
loved our lives together. Everyday life
is good with us and we enjoyed the normality of being together. Being an older couple getting married (both
29 when married), we didn’t really want to be old parents. At our 2 anniversary we decided to talk about
kids, sounding selfish, we didn’t really want kids yet. We loved our freedom and we loved our lives. Still we decided that at the beginning of the
next year we will be grudgingly stop the birth control and consider children at
that time. This allowed me to finish out
the last year of teaching without our private small church school to be out
with a teacher if I got pregnant right away and my husband to go full time in
his business.
Months passed, no positive pregnancy test. We really hadn’t warmed up to the idea yet and
I know we sound selfish to some. But by summer
a 2 week missed period and no positive pregnancy test, was the first time we
realized that we really did want a baby.
We were sad, but something turned at that point and this party of two
was not complete without a 3rd, a child of our own.
Next 2 months were rough cause I had irregular periods,
something I had for my whole life until recent years. My doctors had always blamed it on my thyroid
problems, I had Thyroid Cancer at age 21 and the rest of my life I would have
to have thyroid hormone replacement pills to fill in for my missing gland. That fall I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian
Syndrome, PCOS, which explained a lot of things often bunched under my thyroid
problems. PCOS, is a very common among
women of child baring age and effects 1 in 10 women, infertility being one of
them.
By the first of the next year, no pregnancy I had strike
number 3. Thyroid problems being first,
PCOS and now one year had passed and no pregnancy. I officially was a case of infertility with
high risks. Doctors checked me over and
finally one told me this, “I have 50 reasons why you can’t get pregnant and 50
why there is no reason in the world you’re not pregnant.” Next several months where filled with tons of
nasty pills that made me very sick, fertility specialist visits and lots of negative
pregnancy test. By Spring I was done
with the pills, we had fired are very dramatic frustrating fertility specialist
and I had stopped telling my husband that once again the test was
negative. We just stopped getting caught
up in the push to have a kid and decided to do what we had always done. Trust.
See here the part of the story we left out, trust. We knew going into trying to have a baby that
it would be hard. We had eyes wide open
on the fact. My doctor after having
Thyroid Cancer told me, “You need to have all your children you want by 25.”
Every year past 25, he warned me my chances where getting slim. I didn’t meet Ryan till I was 29 and married
him a couple months before my 30th.
But we trusted, we trusted God.
We have read in our bible time after time after time after time where
God open and shut the wombs of women. We
knew that God would give us a baby in His time and our faith was built strong
in that. We never doubted God and all
the frustration I had was more that I had such a broken damaged body that might
not ever hold a blood child for my husband.
We knew that if God didn’t give us a child of our own, He would give us
a child another way. We never doubted,
and we were ready for what ever God would give us.
When others found out the trouble we were having this was
the most frustrating parts. Immediately
they tried to comfort us with tears in their eyes, saying “Don’t loose faith…
oh you can always adopt.” This was such
a confusing comment, Don’t loose faith but if you do just adopt someone else’s
kid. We weren’t losing faith and besides
we had learned that adoption takes a lot of faith and trust. Adoptions fall though so often after you open
your heart to the possibility only to be crushed. It was more painful then the negative pregnancy
test. We knew that if God would give us
a child though adoption that it would have to be God ordained. It was the words that people would say, “I
know that God will give you a child when it time.” Or “I’ll be praying for you.” That where the most comforting, it didn’t
doubt our faith and encourage us instead.
But we forgot to do one key thing in all our faith and
trusting… ask. At Oregon District Family
Conference, August 2017, the first night Br. Martyn Ballestero preached a profoundly
simple message about asking God for the desires of your heart. My husband run the sound during the
conference. At the end of the message,
we were unable to go to the front of the church during alter call because we
have to stay in the back to continue running sound. I turned smiling to my husband and said, “Why
don’t we ask God for a baby?” he smiled and responded while giving me a hug, “Well
just ask.” In a silent quick prayer, I did. “Lord, you know we trust you, but
we never asked, but we ask now. We would
like a baby.” Then back to working the
sound we went.
3 and half weeks later on a whim I took a pregnancy test. I don’t know why. I had nothing to indicate I was pregnant. When I looked at test and it showed the two
famous lines I stood stunned. At that
same moment, my husband who had already left for the day came walking back in
to get something he forgot. I chucked
the test into the bathroom because I hadn’t process the information enough to
tell him. After he left it took a solid
10 minutes to find the test after I tore apart the bathroom. A call to the doctor and a blood test and a
long agonizing day of waiting for the results.
I got the called that it was true.
I told my husband that night and thankfully recorded his very stunned
actions.
Now I sit here at 6 months pregnant with a darling little
girl in my belly. She a very strong-willed child already and proven to beat so
many odds. I was told it would be a high-risk
pregnancy going in, she has proven that all wrong lower herself to a low risk. She proved she wasn’t going anywhere by
showing her presents as early as 12 weeks in the form of a bump and kicking me continuously
from week 14, both being unusual for a first-time pregnancy. We decided on a name to honor two of the
dearest ladies in our lives, my Grandma Betty and Ryan’s mother, Rosetta,
Little Betty Rose Murphy.
We know other’s stories are more of a struggle, they waited
longer had more disappointments. We
never were sad or frustrated when others got pregnant and actually it gave us
faith that our turn would come. We
rejoiced with them, prayed for those we knew where struggling and felt their
pain.
I don’t know what the future holds for our little girl, I
know that God has given us the child we had trusted in for so long and the
child we finally asked for. We looked
forward to holding her this May 2018.
From the mommy to be,
Jacqueline Suzanne
Jacqueline Suzanne
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