I want to thank you all for the patience and the prayers as there's been a hiatus from the already irregular posting on here. I want to thank you (for those of you who also follow me on facebook and sent notes, comments, likes, etc.) for all the support over the last few weeks with the baby roller-coaster.
My wife and I have been trying to get pregnant for about 8 months, with our second. A few weeks ago, she tested positive! Not long after, doctors held her hand and explained to her that she could die (ectopic/tubal). The very next day they called back and said that no, now they thought she was fine, but that the baby was gone; that my wife had miscarried and it was over. They told her to start taking pain narcotics that they would prescribe and to stop taking her progesterone (which she Has to take to sustain a pregnancy).
We were devastated. We wept, we held each other, we locked ourselves away. And then... something just didn't feel right. Hope, as a Christian, is one of our most precious commodities, and we found it. Erin never took a single pain medication, and she did Not stop taking her progesterone - she ignored the doctors and never skipped a dose.
We began to pray, and have our friends pray, their friends pray, our church pray, our family pray. We didn't have 'faith' that God would save this baby, because He had never promised that, but we had Hope... because we knew he Could. We were praying for a miracle.
A week later (a long... agonizing Week) the doctor's office called back and said her next set of blood work (which was to show whether a D&C would be necessary or if her body would just take care of things naturally) registered... perfect. Mom and baby were fine.
We're not promised tomorrow, none of us. Not me, not my wife, not this unborn baby. But for now, we have just witnessed a powerfully undeniable miracle from the Living God, and we could Not be more excited or more thankful.