False Positive

We could not believe it! Finding out on our daughter’s 2nd birthday that we were expecting again was beyond shocking.  The pregnancy tests, I took that afternoon, were both positive.  After the birth of our daughter, I was almost sure that I did not desire to biologically have any more children.  The fact that I will be turning 40- years- old in a few months, definitely played a major part in that conclusion.  My husband, on the other hand, was more open to the idea than I was.  We would have the discussion randomly, over the past couple of years, however, until recently it has not been anything that we have fully embraced nor actively pursued.  This is why it was such a surprise when we found out that I was pregnant again.  Both of us were surprised yet grateful, that a once barren woman, has now been given the opportunity to experience multiple pregnancies.  We know that God is faithful and although we felt a bit unprepared we also counted the news as a blessing.

We immediately shared the news with close family, a few trusted friends and our children. I was very surprised at the excitement shown by my husband and our eldest son.  To say that their reaction gave me an unexplainable joy is an understatement.  Our youngest son even began to join in and show some joyful interest when discussing the idea of having another baby in the house.  The feelings of apprehension, I had previously dealt with concerning having another baby, especially at my age, immediately begin to disappear.  As I witnessed the reaction of my husband and children, I too became confident in the thought of having a new addition.

 

Pink stroller

All of my family’s excitement came to a halt after I woke up one morning exhibiting the signs of a miscarriage. I began having symptoms the night before and against my first thought I decided to go ahead and break the news to my husband.  That was a very difficult decision for me because I knew how excited he was about the baby.  I could not seem to get past the happiness being displayed by my family concerning the pregnancy.  The next morning there was no denying that I was most likely losing the baby.  The very baby that had brought my family a few days of joyful bliss and expectation was for some reason being aborted.  By the instruction of my primary care doctor, I went to the emergency room for care, instead of the clinic. I was disheartened during this trip, especially since I was scheduled to go to my primary care clinic that day and begin the process of obtaining my ob-gyn care.  There I was, having a third miscarriage which equaled the loss of five of our babies.  Although this situation was not looking promising, I still maintained hope that the baby could survive.  The last thing I wanted was to see my family disappointed after seeing them so hopeful.

 

**To Be Continued**

 

“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are thee ways of death” Proverbs: 14:12

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