I Saw God Today

One morning a couple of weeks ago, I woke up at 6:30 with that undeniable trickle-of-blood feeling. You know the one I mean ladies. Well, right now, I am almost 16 weeks pregnant with baby number two. Pregnancy is rough on me what with the hyperemesis gravidarum and barely being able to leave the house, especially during the first trimester. I was finally over the hardest part of the sickness...but I knew what that blood meant and I ran to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do. This hadn't happened to me before. It was too early to call my doctor. So I got hold of a nurse friend who gave me some advice. You can always count on a nurse to be awake at 6:30 am, even if nobody else is!
I sat there in my bathroom after talking to her, crying and praying that God wouldn't let me lose this baby.

Thankfully, the bleeding stopped after that first gush of blood. I called my husband who was on his way to work and he let his boss know what was going on in case he had to leave suddenly, and I went back to bed for a while. I called my doctor's office as soon as they opened and they told me to come in for an emergency ultrasound as soon as I could get there.
Now, we live in BFE. 1.5 hours from my doctor and 45 minutes from the nearest hospital. And of course, 2.5 hours from any family. I was so unsure of what to do with my 18 month old son. I knew it would be a loonnnnggg day and I didn't want to put him through it. Just as I was wondering what I should do, my angel friend, who is also a ranch wife out here, called me. She said she heard we might be headed to the hospital and she was coming to pick up Tell and take him for the day. I couldn't hold back my tears of gratitude as I thanked her. I saw, in her, the hand of God in my life and I knew He was watching out for us.

When we arrived at the doctor's office and as we sat in the waiting room, another young family came in. They had a newborn and rambunctious 18 month old twins. It took a lot for my hormonal, anxious self not to cry at the sight of that baby, knowing I might not get to meet mine. This was such a new feeling for me and I didn't know quite how to handle it.

Soon, though, those thoughts were put out of my mind as they called us back and we went into the ultrasound room. I was so nervous of what we would find. When they started and we immediately found a healthy baby with a strong heartbeat, I broke down in tears of relief. What they did find was a placental abruption. Not the best news, but better than hearing that there's no heartbeat.

My doctor made sure I was well informed of all that could go wrong so I was prepared, but also let me know that he was remaining positive that it would heal as long as I took it really easy. At our next appointment the following week, it had indeed started to heal.

During this week of waiting, I saw God's hand in our lives so many times. Friends and family offering help with Tell, helping me clean my house, bringing us meals, or simply reaching out to let us know they're thinking of and praying for us.

At this point, it is still a waiting game. We are remaining positive and hopeful that this will heal and I will go on to have a healthy, normal pregnancy. This baby is strong and I can feel movement and kicks throughout the day, another saving grace. We know we are watched over and loved by a wonderful Father in Heaven. He is answering our prayers through all of you. We feel so blessed and grateful. Every night when I go to bed, I can think of a hundred ways that I saw God today. ❤
XO, The Cowboy's Wife