When the doctor came in to tell us that there was very good chance that the baby we had come to know and celebrate over the last 48 hours could not have made it through the high fever, I felt as if I had been stabbed repeatedly through my already-fragile heart. As they came and drew my blood, I prayed with every drop they took. Please let this baby make it. You see, in my mind and heart, I already had a name for this precious one, a room planned, and more love than I ever thought possible. I know it had only been a matter of days since we got the news, but I had been waiting on this for years. As the nurse left from drawing my blood, she told us that we would get a call from my doctor with the results in 2-4 hours. So, we waited. Jason was in the room with me the entire time, and we carried on meaningless conversations. Even with the chit-chat, the silence in that Brookwood Hospital room was deafening. Neither of us could put into words the emotions that ran through us nor could we begin to discuss the "what ifs". Most of that time was spent in silence, alone with our helpless thoughts.
It is absolutely no coincidence that this was a Sunday morning. We have so many friends and prayer warriors that have walked this entire path with us, and we simple COULD NOT have made it without them. As news spread to our Sunday School class and throughout our church of the possible loss, we have no doubt the number of prayers lifted on our behalf. One by one that morning, friends would call and love on us the best they could. I have heard from several people since how individuals and classes interceded for us. We have never felt so lonely but so loved all at the same time.
As we waited on the news, several doctors came in for consult on what could possibly be causing the continuous high fever. As soon as they got the fever down with meds, it would spike right back up. I even spent about thirty minutes talking to an infectious disease physician. Great! I may lose this precious being inside of me and find out I have a disease. The thought was less than comforting!
After over four hours, the doctor called with the fantastic news. The baby was fine, and she thought that the danger was over. Praise the Lord! I was PREGNANT! I wanted to put it in skywriting, but Jason thought that might be going a little too far.
I was released from the hospital the next afternoon. The fever had subsided and they never figured out the reason for it. I can tell you that one happy, giddy girl left that hospital on March 9, 2007 (the day the original pregnancy test was supposed to be done). I finally felt safe to celebrate and cry happy tears. It had been ages since I cried happy tears and I enjoyed it.
Doctor's visits continued weekly for about 6 weeks (that is routine). On March 17, we got to see our little miracle for the first time. It was no bigger than a piece of rice on that ultrasound screen, but that was the absolute most adorable piece of rice I had ever seen. They gave me a picture of that, too, and this mommy carried it around with her everywhere. It was my baby's first picture!
On April 2, 2007, we were released to our regular doctor. It was kinda sad to now become a "normal" parent. No longer would I get to see my little joy every week. It was good, on the other hand, to know that we were finally just pregnant parents, with joys and apprehensions like everyone else.
On June 21, 2007, we found out we were having a boy! Jason was totally convinced that it was a girl (with no real reason at all), so it took him a minute to come to grips with it. Don't get me wrong, he was elated. He had just truly convinced himself!! I, on the other hand, didn't care. I had a healthy baby boy on the way, and life was good. Of course, we went to Babies R Us after the appointment to purchase all the cute blue BOY stuff we could find.
Harrison Scott Pierce was growing and thriving, and his mommy could not wait to meet him....
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