Miracles: Part 2

Story 2 Note: I was 32 weeks at this point.
So on the craziness we called Monday, our Realtor called and there was another Realtor wanting to show our house that day... yea, not happening. We rescheduled for Wednesday afternoon. Don't worry we didn't sell our house... come to find out, they never even came.

Tuesday I spent doing some chores around the house, but mostly yard work. By bedtime, I was feeling like I had overdone it, but I figured with some sleep I'd be good to go the next day. And I was... or so I thought. Wednesday morning, I got up, cleaned the bathroom, made beds, and vacuumed... nothing to serious. Ben had been kind enough to clean the kitchen the night before. But by the time it got to be 11:30ish, I was hurting, but I wanted to finish the last few things before we took off to be with friends for lunch and then off to Grandma's for the afternoon.

Now I'm going to be very honest, but please know that I would do anything for my family... including little baby. And as hard as being pregnant is for me, I am grateful to be able to even be pregnant.

By the time we were leaving, I hurt so bad I could hardly move, I was feeling nauseous, and I was trying hard not to cry. It was bad. We got the friend's house, and I fessed up that I wasn't feeling really great. So I got some Tylenol and sat around while the kids played. I thought it would get better... with rest it usually does. It didn't.

On the way down to my MIL's house, I called the doctor, and they made room for me. They hooked me up to the monitors... baby was good, but I was having contractions. They did an ultrasound, and thankfully my body wasn't progressing with the contractions. According to statistics I would be good to carry this baby for another two weeks... as long as nothing changed. When I got home Wednesday evening, I stayed on the couch all evening and continued to take Tylenol ever four hours, but it was not getting better. I was afraid if something didn't change soon, I would be the exception to the statistic.

So I did two things: asked for a blessing (like before, but this time it was for healing, so it involved the help of another and consecrated oil) and called the doctor on call. Of course the doctor on call wasn't as on call as I would have liked. But luckily, the blessing came quickly. The Lord promised this baby wouldn't make his debut quite yet, and within a very short period of time, I started feeling better. Then later I heard back from the doctor, and he suggested I try ibuprofen. That night I was able to sleep and by the next morning, I was feeling so much better. I had to remain off my feet for most of the day, but with an amazing husband who took the day off, I was able to do so. And by Friday, I was feeling almost back to normal.

So for the second time this week, I've witnessed a miracle in my life. I have a feeling that the end of this pregnancy may drag out a bit, and I may have to take it easier than I would prefer, but I'm also grateful the Lord has blessed me to carry this baby a little longer. But even if this baby had come or still comes earlier than I would like, I know that He would and will still take care of me and this little boy. This little one is meant to be a part of our family.

May you find the tender mercies and miracles in your own life, as I have in mine.