I'm 9 weeks (more or less) from seeing my baby boy!
It is such an anxious time waiting to finally see my most-awaited little bundle of joy. My baby is constantly kicking, moving around and hiccuping. Every time he makes these moves, I tell him mommy and daddy are looking forward to seeing him, that we love him, and that we pray that he will be a healthy boy in mind, body and spirit. I don't know, but every time I speak to him, he stops moving as if he's listening to my every word.
It is indeed a joy to know that a life is wonderfully forming inside me. He is God's very special gift to me and my husband. As we celebrate this new being, we still remember our first pregnancy. It was a painful time, but God saved us from more heartbreaking occurrences.
It was on the morning of July 7, 2012 when I registered a positive result on the home-pregnancy test. Elated, we called our parents and text-messaged our close friends immediately to spread the good news. That same day, we went to an ob-gyn for a check-up and the doctor asked me to have an ultrasound because I informed her that I was experiencing some spotting. During the ultrasound session, the radiologist informed me that I was 4 weeks pregnant but the development of the baby was late because there was no embryo yet, only a sac. She advised me to have a second ultrasound in two weeks.
My husband, who is very protective, followed the entire advice of the ob-gyn and bought all the prescription medicines, no matter how expensive they were. I take a complete regimen of prenatal supplements - I even drink prenatal milk once to twice a day. And as an extra precaution, I took leave from my jobs.
Following my sister-in-law’s advice (she's a midwife), I didn’t do the recommended ultrasound, but instead waited until the second trimester. But the growing anxiety and increasing blood stains on my underwear by the second week of August made me convince my husband that we should get that second ultrasound. After the ultrasound, I sat across my husband and smiled gently, hiding my sadness. He noticed my countenance and knew what it meant. The radiologist confirmed that there was no baby… it was a blighted ovum. My husband immediately took leave from work and we scheduled a D&C procedure (more commonly called “raspa”) at a private clinic in Novaliches, QC that same day. That was August 15.
God gave me strength to face the procedure. I was calm during my stay at the clinic because I knew deep in my heart that God is in control of everything and that He has a higher purpose for my husband and me. I thank God for family and friends who prayed with us and comforted us with their kind and supportive words.
The following day when we got home to our apartment, the sadness and realization of the loss came once again to me. I cried as I questioned why it happened. We invested our time, money, and most of all, our emotions into a baby that was not even there. My husband cried with me as he comforted me. Yet after those mournful moments, God’s peace blanketed us. We were reminded once again to put our trust in the Lord.
Months later, on December 22, 2012 (on our pre-anniversary getaway at Subic, Olongapo), at about 5:00 in the morning, I performed another pregnancy test. I didn’t wait long to see the result because I was still drowsy. When I saw that the result was negative, I went back to bed immediately and apathetically told my husband about it. When I went again to the bathroom at 7:00 and passed by the test strip, I saw that it changed! It was POSITIVE! My husband and I were so overjoyed. God has given us the gift we’ve been waiting for since our first pregnancy. We first heard a heartbeat through a doppler at my 10th week (that was February 3rd). That confirmed that there is a miracle of life inside me. Praise God!
In this testimony I can truthfully declare the words from Psalm 37:25, 28, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken… For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones…” God’s grace is amazing. Who can question His deeds? He does things beyond our understanding, so great that we cannot fathom it all.
Maybe you have experienced a similar loss and questioned God. But I tell you, never stop seeking God. It is during the deep sorrow and longing in our hearts when God fills us with His presence. And in His presence, there is absolute peace and joy amidst the turmoil of life. Whether or not we receive favor from the Lord, we still rejoice because we know that He is enough.
It is such an anxious time waiting to finally see my most-awaited little bundle of joy. My baby is constantly kicking, moving around and hiccuping. Every time he makes these moves, I tell him mommy and daddy are looking forward to seeing him, that we love him, and that we pray that he will be a healthy boy in mind, body and spirit. I don't know, but every time I speak to him, he stops moving as if he's listening to my every word.
It is indeed a joy to know that a life is wonderfully forming inside me. He is God's very special gift to me and my husband. As we celebrate this new being, we still remember our first pregnancy. It was a painful time, but God saved us from more heartbreaking occurrences.
It was on the morning of July 7, 2012 when I registered a positive result on the home-pregnancy test. Elated, we called our parents and text-messaged our close friends immediately to spread the good news. That same day, we went to an ob-gyn for a check-up and the doctor asked me to have an ultrasound because I informed her that I was experiencing some spotting. During the ultrasound session, the radiologist informed me that I was 4 weeks pregnant but the development of the baby was late because there was no embryo yet, only a sac. She advised me to have a second ultrasound in two weeks.
My husband, who is very protective, followed the entire advice of the ob-gyn and bought all the prescription medicines, no matter how expensive they were. I take a complete regimen of prenatal supplements - I even drink prenatal milk once to twice a day. And as an extra precaution, I took leave from my jobs.
Following my sister-in-law’s advice (she's a midwife), I didn’t do the recommended ultrasound, but instead waited until the second trimester. But the growing anxiety and increasing blood stains on my underwear by the second week of August made me convince my husband that we should get that second ultrasound. After the ultrasound, I sat across my husband and smiled gently, hiding my sadness. He noticed my countenance and knew what it meant. The radiologist confirmed that there was no baby… it was a blighted ovum. My husband immediately took leave from work and we scheduled a D&C procedure (more commonly called “raspa”) at a private clinic in Novaliches, QC that same day. That was August 15.
God gave me strength to face the procedure. I was calm during my stay at the clinic because I knew deep in my heart that God is in control of everything and that He has a higher purpose for my husband and me. I thank God for family and friends who prayed with us and comforted us with their kind and supportive words.
The following day when we got home to our apartment, the sadness and realization of the loss came once again to me. I cried as I questioned why it happened. We invested our time, money, and most of all, our emotions into a baby that was not even there. My husband cried with me as he comforted me. Yet after those mournful moments, God’s peace blanketed us. We were reminded once again to put our trust in the Lord.
Months later, on December 22, 2012 (on our pre-anniversary getaway at Subic, Olongapo), at about 5:00 in the morning, I performed another pregnancy test. I didn’t wait long to see the result because I was still drowsy. When I saw that the result was negative, I went back to bed immediately and apathetically told my husband about it. When I went again to the bathroom at 7:00 and passed by the test strip, I saw that it changed! It was POSITIVE! My husband and I were so overjoyed. God has given us the gift we’ve been waiting for since our first pregnancy. We first heard a heartbeat through a doppler at my 10th week (that was February 3rd). That confirmed that there is a miracle of life inside me. Praise God!
In this testimony I can truthfully declare the words from Psalm 37:25, 28, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken… For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones…” God’s grace is amazing. Who can question His deeds? He does things beyond our understanding, so great that we cannot fathom it all.
Maybe you have experienced a similar loss and questioned God. But I tell you, never stop seeking God. It is during the deep sorrow and longing in our hearts when God fills us with His presence. And in His presence, there is absolute peace and joy amidst the turmoil of life. Whether or not we receive favor from the Lord, we still rejoice because we know that He is enough.