May 17th, 2012.
That was the day a nurse confirmed I was pregnant. And it was also the day I announced to my husband that he was going to be a daddy. I remember giggling over dinner as we discussed due dates, names, and nursery ideas…
It seems like it’s been forever since that day six years ago; yet at the same time it feels like it’s only been six minutes.
I’ll never forget sitting in the parking lot of a local restaurant with the sun beaming down on my legs as I hurried to answer the phone. I knew who it was going to be on the other end. It would be her. The nurse. I had been patiently waiting to hear her voice all morning. And there she was on the other end holding the fate of my future in her words. Was I pregnant? Was life within me growing? The answer was yes. All of the money, the pain, the heartache, the early morning appointments and late night tears were all worth it to hear her excited voice tell me what I already knew in my heart.
I was officially a Momma.
I remember after ending our conversation taking my hand and placing it over my womb as I whispered to God, “Thank you!” and then to my baby bird, “I will do anything to protect you.”
It was then that I forgot about my lunch as I rushed to Hobby Lobby, then Michael’s, then back to Hobby Lobby before ending at Wal-Mart. I wanted to hurry and make that “Daddy Doody Kit” I had once giggled over while searching Pinterest and also orchestrate that announcement which had captured my heart through Facebook. It was the one with the honey bun in the oven and a sign that read “There is a bun in my oven.” Have you seen it? It’s cute. It’s even cuter when you can pull it off and capture it on camera, which I did.
I’ll never forget the look on his face; it’s the one you can see above. Even without pictures it’s a look that gets etched into your memory like a tattoo. It’s permanent. No matter how much you try to erase it, you can’t. It’s there. It’s always there.
You might ask why would you want to erase it, because it was a happy moment, right?
It was. And it still is.
Yet at the same time it isn’t.
Because that life I promised to protect? I couldn’t.
Trust me, I tried.
I begged. I pleaded. I ran to the church altar for prayer. I even called upon my friends, including the ones from Kindergarten, to storm the gates of Heaven. But despite the tears and even our bargaining, my baby was not saved.
Within two short weeks after hearing the nurses congratulate me, I had to force myself to say goodbye, instead of nine months later say hello, as I flushed my child, whom I often wonder might have had my husband’s dark hair or my blue eyes, down the toilet.
And that’s a day…an image…I would also like to erase. But again, it’s permanent. Like a tattoo.
On this day six years ago I was pregnant. And on this day six years later, I still am. Just not in the physical sense. Because while I might not be pregnant in my womb, I am in my heart. Because it is in our hearts that our dreams are first conceived. It’s there inside the soft fertile soil that God plants hope for our desires and gives us faith to believe in Him to bring them to fruition. It is there in our hearts where it first begins to live. And it is there where it continues to grow.
I know that it seems irrational, illogical, and downright ridiculous to continue to believe month after month, year after year for the impossible, but I can’t help but be expectant of it. After all, like I said, I am pregnant. I am pregnant with hope and faith, two power twins that together can bring forth a miracle. A miracle that will have ten tiny fingers and ten wiggly toes.
But you know something else?
I’m not just pregnant, and therefore expectant that one day the desires planted in my heart will one day grow in my arms, but I am also pregnant and expectant for that day to come for you too. For God does not show favoritism (Romans 2:11).
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