In case you missed it and want to read it here is part I.
So I went back to work, thrilled and sure it would be an easy pregnancy. We told the granparents-to-be who were all delighted, although my father kept saying he was too young to be a grandfather.
Then one morning there was spotting.
I immediately panicked and called the Dr. and insisted that I thought I was miscarrying and I needed to be seen.
That was another terrifying drive to his office. Another ultrasound and the baby is fine. It must just be some of the first-trimester spotting that sometimes happen. But then I got an exam.
The doctor found an incompetent cervix which means when the baby got big enough, there would be a miscarriage. The baby essentially starts to fall out. Normally it is only found after one or two miscarriages and I am not sure why I was blessed enough to have it found before I lost a baby.
There is a procedure called a cerclage, where the cervix is sewn shut but it can't be done until 12 weeks and I was around 8. So I was put on strict bedrest. I was allowed to go to the dr weekly, I cheated and went by the church library afterwards and would check out a stack of books and I was allowed to go to the bathroom.
Bedrest sounds lovely . . . until you have it.
And being alone with your thoughts when you know that there is a good chance that the baby that you love won't make it . . . was hard.
I am so grateful to God though. I had . . . wandered away from Him after high school and in the year or two before this He had been wooing me back to Him. In this time I clung to Him and my faith grew so much deeper. When fear would rise, which happened often, I would quote Jeremiah 29:11 and the assurance that somehow HE would make it alright in the end even if my baby died.
New Years Eve 1998 I had my surgery that, I thought, would make the pregnancy go perfectly. The surgery went well, no complications, not a whole lot of discomfort.
I really thought that I would have a smooth pregnancy after it.
To be continued Part III