Last Thursday, I had my appointment to check on my baby. It was my 20 week appointment where you find out about the detailed health of the baby, so it was a biggie. As I sat in the waiting room, I knew without any doubt that I was going to get bad news that day. My mind fluttered back to a blessing I had at the beginning of my pregnancy where I was told that my baby wouldn’t deal with the blood issues that my other babies had. When I heard that, I immediately knew that my baby would either be part of a miracle, or that I wouldn’t be having this baby. I didn’t give it much thought until the waiting room. And then as my mind fluttered back to the blessing, I knew.
The first ultrasound presented a healthy heartbeat, and I thought, “Wow! My baby does have a heartbeat.” I full expected it to not be there. And then during my second ultrasound, the doctor casually asked me, “Have you been feeling your baby a lot?” I looked back at him, and said, “There isn’t a heartbeat, is there”? He was very surprised by what I said, and asked how I could possibly know that. I told him that I knew in the waiting room that I was going to get bad news. I then asked what we do next. He started to talk about what happens next, and then he wanted to know how I was so composed and calm. I then told him that I felt very prepared for this news, and this was not a shock to me at all. What I didn’t tell him was that I had received a blessing many months before that gave me great clarity in the midst of some really tragic and scary news.
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Fast forward to today. Because our baby had developed enough, we had to deliver him. So with the help of Dr. Thein (who is so insanely awesome that he took charge of this whole thing for me), we went into the hospital, and went through exactly the same sort of induction I received with my other babies. Some have asked if it was a sad and long day. But it wasn’t. It truly wasn’t. It certainly was reverent, but we had a great time at the hospital. There wasn’t any sadness in the room — at all.
When I finally delivered our baby, he was teeny but fully developed. Ten fingers and ten toes, and little muscles in his legs. We weren’t going to bring the kids in, but Scout and Navy both asked to hold him. So we felt great about that. And one of the sweetest moments of the day was Scout describing our little baby to Navy as, “the most perfect, beautiful baby he had ever seen”. That is exactly how we all felt.
We all got to hold this sweet baby, which was a really neat experience. It reminded me of the time when we first told the kids that the baby didn’t grow properly, and went back to Heaven. Dash thought for a while when he heard the news, and then said, “It’s a miracle”! The whole day felt miraculous to me. And I am grateful for the sweet experience. I also love that my kids know they have a personal angel looking out for them.
And in true Denison baby birth fashion…
Of course Micah got a footprint on his arm.
The sweetest, littlest footprint ever!
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Skip-Doc you ask???
Since we were only mid way through this pregnancy, we obviously hadn’t come up with a name yet. I was loving “Skip”, and Micah was fond of “Doc”. Because we don’t know which way it would have gone — when they asked for his name for record purposes, I responded with Skip-Doc. And now Skip-Doc it has become — the only baby name we chose 50/50.
But actually, if you think about it, Skip has more letters, so I guess I had a bit more say!
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