He Made A Way

It was October 2014 and I felt sick every day. I was going back and forth thinking what could be wrong with me? Maybe some crazy disease or a virus, no kidney stones, that’s it! That is what I told myself. Finally, I went to the doctor with all my symptoms and the medical student asked “Is there any possibility that you are pregnant? Should we do a test?”. I responded to her with laughter and said, “absolutely not, there is no way I could be pregnant, no need to do a test.” What little did I know? I left that doctor's appointment not knowing how much my life was about to change.

I dismissed the idea of pregnancy since I struggled with a few different medical conditions that blocked my fertility. Since I was a teenager I struggled with ovarian cysts, fibroids and everything that came along with those conditions including multiple surgeries. Now newly married, my husband and I sought the expertise of a fertility specialist and began all the necessary testing that was involved. After the initial poking and prodding and another surgery, we prayed and left the pregnancy in God's hands, believing if it was His will, it was His will. Without faith it is impossible to please God.

OK, back to that moment in October. I was sitting with my good friend and her mom and I began to share how sick I was feeling. My friend turns to me and says “Girl, you sound like your pregnant?” Again, I laughed and said no way, impossible, I just have a bug or something. In that same conversation her mom shared her testimony. She told me how the doctors told her as a teenager that she would never have children and, yet she gave birth to not one but two daughters. I was encouraged, but nevertheless I would not allow my mind to go there. I think one of the hardest things for a woman who wants to give birth to a child, is constantly taking a pregnancy test and not seeing the results you want. So, as I sat having devotions one evening, it literally took the voice of God saying to me “Take the Test!!!!!”. You know like when God speaks to you in a loud and clear voice, or maybe that just happens to me?

Positive? Positive? Po-si-ti-ve? Does that say Positive? That’s what I kept saying to myself, as I was home alone because my husband was still at work. After taking a few more test and confirming it with the doctor, I was 9 weeks pregnant. I think that’s when the laughter stopped and the worrying began. Would I carry this pregnancy to term? I was so thankful for my doctor who was also a man of Faith. He encouraged me with the one thing that works best, the Word of God. Even though I was nervous and scared, I knew I had to trust God and speak life to myself through the Word of God every step of the way.

Weeks and months went by and I began to get more excited about the pregnancy as we moved into our 2nd trimester, so what took place next in my life took me for a total surprise. After 17 years with my employer, I was laid-off. Finally, pregnant and now I am unemployed. OK God, what’s good? I mean I had to ask. But I had to continue to speak life. I had to remember that God has a purpose and a plan for everything. I realized I had reached my “Peter” moment. That moment I had to walk on water and not take my eyes off Jesus. I had to trust God.

Now 6 months pregnant, “OK God so you want me home and off of my feet for the rest of the pregnancy, I get it, I understand. So why am I feeling pain in my side today?” My husband and I rushed to the hospital and they sent me home claiming I was dehydrated and I needed to drink more water. This would happen a few more times until I was finally admitted to the hospital. After many sonograms and testing the doctor thought one of my cyst had grown with the pregnancy and the pressure was causing the intense pain. At 35 weeks I was ready to deliver, I could not take the pain any longer. My doctor, remember a man of faith, was adamant about waiting until 37 weeks because it was best for the baby. I was released from the hospital and the next day I had a regular appointment with the high-risk pregnancy specialist. As I received my final sonogram before delivery I remember the look on the technician’s face as she took the images. She left the room for a long period of time and I knew something was wrong.

“There seems to be an abnormality with your baby’s brain. It appears that part of his brain did not develop properly.” That is what the doctor explained to me. Even though it was hard to hear, there was a peace over me. I knew if God had brought us this far, He would take us the rest of the way. At this point I could hear God saying “Come on Peter, keep walking on the water. Don’t look up or down, right or left, stay focused on me.”

It was time for delivery and I was carrying with me the Peace that God had given me. He was here, Our Miracle, Joshua which means Jehovah is generous, Jehovah saves. His MRI showed he had a stroke in the womb and he also had a condition called Agenesis of the Corpus Callosum. Which means he is missing the middle part of the brain that connects the Right and Left parts of the brain. We know God has a purpose and plan for his life. Where ever he goes his smile brings such joy to others. Every lesson God gave me through my pregnancy prepared me to raise him and to be his Mom. Through every challenge, God continues to make a way.