He sits on my lap, facing away from me. The house is quiet and still except for warm heat blowing through creaky vents. He presses his cheek against mine, caressing it back and forth as I clip fingernails grown too long. Long. His legs. Stretching out and almost touching the floor. How did this miracle boy of mine grow so big? He will celebrate 4 years of life in January. This boy, who doctors told me would not live. This boy, who at 10 weeks in this belly of mine, fought for his life. For doctors told me in a cold obstetrician’s office that I would need to weigh my options. That I would most likely miscarry (this now lanky boy strewn across my lap caressing my cheek) because of a very large Cystic Hygroma growing along the base of his neck. I told my sweet doctor, there are no options to weigh. I will keep my baby no matter what.
I wonder, in a land where babies are left to die alone in cold surgery rooms, and mothers are told to weigh their options, if they could even imagine what a gift they might have received? This gift, that just this morning, was sitting on my lap, caressing my cheek whispering, you’re nice, Mama. I whisper back, you’re nice too, sweet boy.
I’m so glad that I didn’t listen to that doctor, the one that in a round about way, encouraged me to abort my baby. Because this baby turned into a miracle baby and was perfectly healthy at birth. Even if I received a different outcome, and the baby was taken away from me through miscarriage or by way of birth defect, I still would have carried this child of mine. For God is the giver and taker of life.
Psalm 139: 13-16
“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”
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Beautiful. Brings tears to my eyes. I’m so glad you kept that sweet boy…what blessing…no matter what. *hugs*
Tears are filling my eyes. What a beautiful post. My heart aches at the fact that so many precious lives are taken by human hands. It is a sad day when our country has placed man above God. My hope rests in the fact that ultimately, God wins. He cannot be contained.
My love to you. Thank you for sharing this. You are being God’s hands and feet.
Love. The doctor’s tried to scare me with my first child and the whole triple screen test. So glad I didn’t listen.
AMEN and ALLELUIA!
My first high-risk appointment with my triplets, the doctor tried to pressure me to abort 1 or 2 of the babies, because of the risk to me and them. We chose to trust God. I can’t imagine which one of my little ones I wouldn’t have today, if I had listened.
:’-)
This is absolulty stunning story to share. And so personal. Thank you for sharing this. It proves that God decides, not a doctor. Not a mother, nor a father. The Lord in Heaven as you said, is the giver and taker of life.
I’m so glad your baby boy is healthy!
Congrats! <3
Such a beautiful post, Traci.
I have posted a very similar story with my now 12 year old. Told me she was gone at 6 weeks, told me she would not make it to 28 weeks, told me she would be born with downs and one kidney.
Praising as I watch her grow that I listened to God and not doctors
What a precious post! And what a precious child. My granddaughter went thru the same thing – they said some of her blood work came back indicating a chance of Downs Syndrome. They wanted to do some tests which could have brought on early labor (which she had already had a problem with). She said no, that it didn’t really matter. She would have the baby and love her regardless of her health.
Then, several months later, she delivered a perfect little baby girl with nothing wrong.
How quick they are to suggest alternatives. Do they not realize the consequences that that mother would have to live with? Always wondering if there was something wrong or not.
Thank you for trusting the Lord to take care of the situation.
Judy
So lovely and of course I’m teary too! Thank you for sharing this sweet friend!
Chills, Traci. Chills. This is so beautiful!
Thank you for sharing your beautiful story Traci…wish all those moms who face those ‘weigh your options’ situations could read and be inspired. Earlier this year I was pregnant and spotting, before the doctor did the ultrasound, he started asking me about doing testing on the fetus etc. I politely told him no thank you, I’m not interested. Turned out I had miscarried the baby already but if the ultrasound had showed something wrong I know I would have been pressured to abort. Praise God for the women like you who reject medical advice for God’s promises.
Praise God! What a wonderful story!! Your “baby” is precious!!
Beautiful story Traci. What a blessing. Your son is so precious. Thank God you were strong and courageous and thank God he was born perfectly healthy.
Hugs,
Mary
So beautiful!
I once knew a woman who chose the opposite of you, because of something a doctor told her… wish I could have sent her this post!
Traci, this just moved me to pieces as even the photos you share of him are just the sweetest. May God keep His hand on this little guy’s life and use him greatly! Blessings!