My father and brother Jason were able to be there and they got to see the baby to. It was amazing to share that experience with them.
It was a hard thing to imagine that the baby was moving all around and I could't see it. Or feel it. The baby is ours and is real. We could see his or her little face. The nose, eyes, and mouth.
That day they also took blood work. A routine thing. That was a Monday and on Friday they called back to tell me that not all was normal. My thyroid level came back low and . I tried not to worry but I couldn't help it. And of course then I googled it on the internet, which you should never do, and made myself worry a little more.
Sunday night I was tired but wanted to read some Psalms. So in bed I opened to where I had a bookmark in Psalms. I would read a verse, close my eyes and pray about it, and move on. The last verses I read before we turned out the lights were Psalm 147:12-13, "Extol the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion, for He strengthens the bars of your gates and blesses your people within you."
Monday I went back for more blood work and then I waited. Over the next days I repeated that verse to myself, holding on to God's promise to bless this baby no matter what. On Wednesday the office called me back to tell me that even though my thyroid levels were low, it was safe for pregnancy.
I cried. And I wanted to praise God. So this is my praise.
I did not know what it would mean that He would bless this child within me, and I still don't fully know. But what I know is that I have the first verse God has given me about our child and I hold onto the promise it contains.
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