My third little miracle

It has been some weeks since my last post, I am sorry. As I have been writing this series, I have been going back thru the blessings as well as the trials. I have so much I want to say, but can't seem to get it out sometimes... please bare with me, and pray me thru this...

A little over a year after the the scary birth of my second son, I had been going over some pretty rocky roads. On the morning I was pouring out my burdens to my mom for help I found out I was again expecting! To say I was terrified, would be a serious understatement for several reasons, some I do not feel free to share at this time... but one reason I was scared was of the possibility of loosing another child, by this time I had lost two, and then the scary birth of my little one year old, who was barely over 15 pounds at the time himself. My doctor had advised no more children, and I was on meds to prevent such a thing... but, my Father saw differently.

I made it through the first few months pretty well. I had regular check-ups, and frequent tests and ultrasounds. When I got into my 24th week however, things took a turn, I started having contractions, and was again back and forth in the hospital. I was put back on the meds to prevent premature delivery. Aside from checking my vitals every 4 hours, everything seemed to go well, almost like a normal pregnancy. I was being closely monitored every week by my doctor.

Week 35 began with another doctor appointment, but to me it was not just any other, I was having contractions again. My dear sweet doctor ( and I do mean that, I really loved my doc. He was always right there beside me through everything), he decided that it must be false labor breaking thru the meds, and sent me back home. Well I told him that I would be back, and he just smiled and said we needed to at least wait a few more weeks before delivering this baby. I labored all night at home in my bed, and bright and early the next morning, I started calling and letting everyone know that this little one was not going to wait any longer. I went to the hospital and met my doctor there. He still had a smile on his face and said something about my babies being impatient.*smile* A few short hours later I had a new little boy in my arms. When he was delivered my doctor wanted to know if I was sure my dates were right because he was a big one! This was a joke of course because he was the one to confirm the date early on... he said if he would have been full term, he would have probably been 12 pounds!!

He was my biggest baby weighing in at 8 lbs 2 oz. At 5 weeks early, he still had to be on oxygen for a couple of days. On the fourth day his doctor heard the murmur in his heart. My heart sank. Early on I had questioned all of the doctors of the likely hood of this child having the same heart problem as my other child, the answer from each was a very slim chance. He was taken by ambulance to Montgomery to the children's ICU there. Of course, I demanded to be released right away to go with him, my sweet doctor understood, and with very strict orders to come see him in a couple of days he sent me off.

We were only in that hospital overnight. It was confirmed to be the exact heart disorder his big brother has. Years later we have found out that it was caused by a genetic disorder called Noonan's Syndrome. Still very odd to their doctors though, that they both have the same issues. Not odd at all to my God though, He is Who made them who they are, the way they are. He has a purpose in it all, and in the process blessed me with some mighty wonderful miracles!!

Jeremiah 1:5

I knew you before I formed you in your mothers womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations."

I am so excited to see the mighty things my Father has in store for these precious babies he has blessed me with!!