I know that I've spent a great deal of time in the last couple of James' posts on my mental, emotional, spiritual processes, but now the action must needs progress.
Since we were cogs in the military wheel, maternity care in 1990, followed its own process, very unlike today's private care. Ultrasounds were only given at 20 weeks as a periodic progress report, but it was strictly prohibited for the technician to tell you the baby's gender. I had my plans for getting around that slight obstacle, of course. My friend that I keep writing about, the one who gave me frozen yogurt the day of the perinatologist visit, and then also gave me the Mary Pride book, really deserves a name at this point because she will continue to figure in this story. Let's call her Sydney.
So Sydney was a local radio celebrity, a disc jockey at a Christian radio station that broadcast all over central Missouri. She went with me to the ultrasound appointment, and when this sweet technician was faced with two pleading voices and faces asking for the baby's gender, in addition to being promised a specially dedicated song to her on that afternoon's radio show--well, she cracked. And then she confirmed what I had known all along. The baby was a boy.
That confirmation was the piece of news I added to my pile of "signs" that God was indeed going to work this whole thing out for me without any more hiccups. Truly being new to the whole surrendering myself to God, I was still in mass fluctuation between trusting Him and clinging to every event almost superstitiously that accorded with what I wanted as His rubber stamp of approval.
Regarding our decisions, Husband and I chose to forgo the first Rhogam injection usually given at 28 weeks of pregnancy. Of course we were praying like crazy that the baby would have my negative Rh factor, and practically we were willing to take our chances after the birth for me to receive Rhogam if the baby were positive Rh.
These were my thoughts: My son would be fine. I had surrendered to God. He had given me a boy. What could possibly happen?
I wanted to say hello and nice to meet you. Your blog is lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm a homeschool mother too (although my youngest is now heading to college) and I can relate to those difficult days. God's grace is sufficient. I can remember many a day leaning on Him and He was and is always faithful.
Blessings to your day,
Gina