Do you ever wonder if you are feeling what the spirit is trying to desperately to tell you? Wonder if what your feeling is only because its what you want to feel, or if it really is the truth from our comforter? I wonder all the time. Am I doing the right thing? Am I making the right decision? Am I in tune enough with our Savior to receive the blessings he is trying to offer me. I’d like to think I am, I like to think I am worthy of the blessings that are poured over me. But I know that I am not, I have so much room for improvement in my life and in becoming an instrument in the Lords hands. But I am happy that I KNOW I can do and become more. I have not reached a plateau and I know that I don’t ever want to reach a plateau in becoming the greatest I can become.
I have prayed my heart out over the last few weeks and I always find myself apologizing to my Heavenly Father and telling him that I know he has so many others that need him. So many who are facing tragedy far greater than mine. Those who are crying out to him for help and guidance. But I always have to remind myself that I am just as important to my Father in Heaven and that he has already felt the pain that I am feeling. He has suffered far greater than I just so I could have a chance to feel all that I am feeling now.
I laid bed last night overwhelmed. I never expected to share my story and to have such an outpour of love, such an army of prayers being offered in my baby’s behalf. I felt/feel the power in numbers. I knew I wasn’t alone. I begged the Lord for answers. Begged for a feeling of peace. Begged to KNOW the outcome of this pregnancy. But is that fair? Is it selfish to ask for such answers when I just watched the news and knew that others are praying to know why some evil person would plant bombs at the Boston Marathon and take lives of those they don’t even know? Either way, I continued to pray, I felt like I received what I was looking for. Not a yes or no answer but I received that I NEEDED to hear.
I knew without a doubt this baby is a little girl. I’ve felt that way for weeks but never told anyone. I lay in bed thinking of this little baby girl, what would her name be? How do you name a perfect spirit who you will wait your whole life to meet? Are there any names strong enough and with enough meaning for my perfect angel? Then like a fire warming over my body, I knew. I knew her name and it brought such peace to my soul. I felt my prayers being answered in that very moment. I felt connected to our savior like I never have before. I felt a joy I have never felt and also a better understanding of my purpose.
The next morning I got the call I’ve been dreading/longing for. I hear the genetic specialist on the other end telling me she had the results of the baby’s genetic test. The baby tested 99% positive for Trisomy 18, Edwards disease. She told me that it’s “not compatible with life.” That was, once again, a hard pill to swallow. I told her about the success stories I have read and asked her what made her so sure. I guess my baby’s case is just so severe giving the doctor no room to tell me there was a chance. Then she asked if I wanted to know the gender. I thought I didn’t at first. I thought it would be so painful to know what I was losing. But I had to know; I had to know if what I had been feeling was right. I needed the comfort of knowing that I was able to feel what my Savior has been trying to tell me and that I was listening when he warmed my heart. So I said yes, and the next words were “It’s a little baby girl.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I had heard the Lord telling me about my little girl. I wasn’t making it all up and I was so happy that I was SURE it was the spirit whispering to me. To know that we will have another daughter, that the twins will have a sister, waiting for us when we meet at Heavens gates. What joy that brings my soul. To miss someone you’ve yet to meet has got to be one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever felt. What would I say if I could just hold her and talk to her? Could I handle holding my baby girl for hours or days then have to say goodbye? I don’t know. But I do know that the Lord is with me and he will bring me through this and he has given me an opportunity to learn and to grow. For that I am so grateful. He gave me the greatest blessing a mother could hope for. He gave me a perfect baby girl that I WILL get the chance to know when we meet again. And I know we will meet again.
I waited in the lobby for what felt like a lifetime today. I watched mothers come in and out of the office. Some with big round bellies and some with a tiny new baby. Each was so happy, and so was I. I listened to a few mothers complain about the wait and I couldn’t help but think to myself that I had discovered a new term to the meaning “wait.” I wait in that office with my head down, to afraid that someone will start to talk to me, to ask me if I am expecting a baby. How would I respond? People don’t need to know that I am waiting to simply go back and hear if my baby still has a heart beat. They don’t need to know that I will be holding my breath while my Dr. slides the doppler across my stomach searching for the sound every pregnant mother longs to hear… So I would respond yes. Yes I am expecting, maybe not a baby in the next few months but I am expecting my sweet baby girl in the next life. And I do believe in the next life.
Finally I hear my name being called back. I take a deep breath and I walk toward the nurse with a smile on my face. She brings me to the room I will wait in while I wait for my Dr. Its there that I offer yet another prayer. I pray for comfort, for peace. I pray for strength to be able to take in whatever the Dr. is about to tell me. Again I take a deep breath and tell myself that everything is going to be ok. Last week I reacted out of fear when I hear the sound of my baby’s heart beat. I couldn’t handle it. I thought I would be so reassured but I just couldn’t handle it. So how grateful was I when the Dr. found no heartbeat with the Doppler. Yes, I realize it sounds crazy to be so grateful for that, but in that moment, I was so very grateful. He asked the nurse to get the tiny computer ultrasound machine and he found her and her little heart beating away. She wasn’t moving so the Dr. gave her a little push! And for a few minutes I watched my baby girl move her arms and legs, arch her back and wiggle around. What a blessing today was. She is alive and moving. I’ll never forget that moment.
I decided coming in every week is just a but much for right now so I asked for a little break and we scheduled a ultrasound appointment for three weeks away.
As I got back into my car in the parking lot I opened up a text from a great friend. Attached is a quote from Elder. Jeffry R. Holland. “The tests of life are tailored for our own best interests, and all will face the burdens best suited to our own mortal experience. In the end we will realize that God is merciful as well as just and that all the rules are fair. We can be reassured that our challenges will be the ones we needed. And conquering them will bring blessings we could have received in no other way.”
How I believe this statement with my whole heart. I have realized things about my Savior, about myself and about this life that I KNOW would be impossible, for me, to realize in any other way. I am not going through a troublesome time. I am not losing my faith in my savior in any way. I am experiencing the greatest blessing I have yet to face. I am being blessing with an opportunity to grow, to serve, to teach and to learn. I am becoming stronger. I am becoming who my savior needs me to be.
I am happy and I am at peace with each day I am being blessing with. For today I am still pregnant, and for today that is all I need. And I know whenever things change I will again be blessed with all that I need.
To those who have read my story, thank you. To those who have called or text to offer thoughts, thank you. To the many who have offered prayers, I can never repay you. What a blessing it has been for me, and my family to feel the power of prayer. To honestly FEEL the love that so many of you are offering my family. I ask you to continue your prayers, I believe in prayer. I believe in miracles. Prayer changes things, its changed me.