Christmas Time Trial

I have had wonderful Christmas seasons and some not so wonderful. I recall a time 6 years ago, I was around 8 month’s pregnant (due in January 2008) with my husband’s first baby. We were informed at our 20 week ultrasound that our baby was a boy. However, the ultrasound holdingbaby1technician hurried out of the room and when she came back, we were told we had an appointment set for that afternoon at a High Risk Pregnancy Doctor’s office. We asked why and we were told the doctor would inform us once there and he had a chance to look at the ultrasound.

I went back to work, sent out a mass email for prayers and then George and I went to our 1 PM appointment. Dr. T (not his real name) looked over my records and me and informed us our child had a lethal diagnosis: Trisomy 18. He also had Diaphragmatic Hernia, which would require surgery at birth if he lived. What a shock to our ‘happy 20th week appointment to discover the gender of our baby.’ As we absorbed all this information, the doctor discussed our options. We could continue the pregnancy or have an abortion.

What? Abort? My brain may have been fuzzy thinking over all the things they had told us but I was definitely certain abortion would NEVER be the answer. Our answer was absolutely and emphatically NO to aborting. We chose to let him have all the days of life God chose to give him even if it was only through the pregnancy.

Next week, I will continue our journey through our high risk pregnancy. “Even in the midst of bad news, there are always reasons to be grateful.” Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of the Messiah, to which you were also called in one body, control your hearts.

Be grateful,