I've walked through the valley lots this pregnancy, the valley of uncertainty. We've overcome stress on my heart, ruled out heart defects in my body, stressed over blood pressure issues that have resolved themselves.
I've taken three trips to labor and delivery, two for contractions. One for a possible fluid leak. We've watched our baby go from the 66th% to the 24th% and prayed that God would protect this miracle. We've sat in the Doctors office discussing duplicated collecting systems and fetal pyelectasis and what this means for our baby.
And me, well my body has gone through a fire of it's own kind. As my uterus has expanded, so has my pain. As my baby has grown, so has the ache in my back, the swelling in my hands and feet, the headaches that plague me. The contractions have gotten worse, the pressure is great. On Monday we were given a reason: I have polyhydramnios (excess amniotic fluid.)
But there have so many good moments. So many joys. Laughing as those first dainty movements shook my belly. The smiles and squeals from my girls when the little child in my womb kicked them. The utter confusion and shock on my husband's face as he stared at the wall-screen in the ultrasound room and asked "What's that?" And how that turned to sheer joy and elation when he was told by the Tech that he was having a son. The chuckles that exploded as we realized that the lump in the top of my stomach was NOT a hernia, but is in fact the face of our child wedged between my rib cage, and how funny I must look every time I sit up.
God is good and faithful. Our boy, our precious Silas, may have some struggles when he enters this world. We won't really know for sure until he is actually here, but God is faithful in this season. As I drove to my appointment the other morning, praying for my child, God put this on my heart:
Sometimes Gods greatest glory is not in our divine healing, but in our being divinely upheld in our greatest trials.
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