Last January I cried as the year turned. In relief as that awful year was over and in grief for the year that brought my babies and kept them... and hope in a "new year" fell short on me. If 2015 had taught me anything it was that my hope is not found in a new year in this world, that nothing 2016 brought was going to satisfy me. I can assure you now, this is true. The answer to our prayers, the solution to our aching, the deeper meaning and reason for our sorrow was not found in our circumstances in 2016... but is only found in Christ. Last January we prepared a room for a child we didn't know.
In February we mourned and celebrated the due date of our first baby. On the drive to Colorado I couldn't stop thinking about where we should be, that we should be in the hospital and we should be holding our baby. There were so many emotions as we watched the lantern float into the sky, as the light drifted further and further. I expected relief following this time, no more thinking of where I should be in my pregnancy and where I wasn't. But instead I sank deeper into the dark.
On the last Wednesday in May for the past two years I have gone home from work, wrestled with my thoughts, and took a pregnancy test. On the last Wednesday in May for the past two years, we have seen two lines. Each a very different experience. The first untainted, unbridled excitement abounded. The second brought joy with caution and skepticism. Our due dates separated by just days, our first February 4. Our third baby, due February 2.
After the HCG test, I let my guard down a little bit and hoped and rejoiced. The next week we would go in for an early ultrasound at barely 6 weeks. We would walk into the same office and sit in the same chair in the waiting room. We would unfortunately walk back to the same room, #3, follwoing the same woman that had explained to us that our baby was not alive one year ago. And we would hear nothing. The same lady would tell us that it was too early, Michael would hear something completely different than I. All I heard was nothing and I shut down.
But...two weeks later we saw the most amazing flutter on an ultrasound.
In July we went on vacation and mourned and celebrated the due date of our second baby. It also happened to be the week we lost our first baby. I was turning the same number of weeks the same day as the year before and that 9th week brought a lot of memories and fears. We returned to have a doctor's appointment the same day I had my procedure last year. This year we saw a healthy heart beat and jumping baby.
This month also marked the beginning of my relationship with the boys' mother. It has been such a blessing to see how God has prepared me through my brothers to walk beside her.
Throughout August Michael and I started to settle into life with 2 under 2. Not without a lot of grace and help from our friends. For the first few months with them we stayed above water. It had been a constant balance between trying to keep up and savoring their lives, as we were the ones God chose to have front row seats.
I began supervising the boys' visits, allowing our relationship with their parents to grow.
Our 20 week appointment was in September. It was the first ultrasound I had been excited for. I love seeing our baby, but the days leading up to those appointments are a constant battle between my faith and my flesh. Despite the baby somersaults in my belly, my mind flashed back to the only thing I know about that dreaded office. Room #3. Baby is not growing. Silence. That woman.
The night before I asked God to win this battle in my heart. I asked God to go with me. I ask God to go before me...
Then my mind flashed to early morning, the office empty. Jesus walking in through the waiting room, Him brushing up against the arm of the chair I chose. He walked back to the room. He sat on the exam table. His fingertips grazed each piece of equipment. He watched the monitor.How breathtaking that thought was.
He had gone before us. He had carefully planned and prepared tomorrow. Just as He had carefully planned our visit to that same office a year before.
The next morning we saw a healthy, growing baby girl.
This December we have been making lists and preparing baby girl's nursery. A rather daunting task with two little ones and the holidays. Last Christmas I was so very aware of the large belly that was missing. I was thinking the other day about how it seems like yesterday that Michael was coming to eat lunch with me every day after our first baby, to hold me, to calm me. I would curl up on his lap in the car and rest there and cry there. It lead me to think of that skinny body; the body I hated so easily, the body I labeled as ruined. I look at my very different body now and see how gloriously Christ redeems all things.
I know that 2017 may not hold all that we hope for in this world, but I also know that Christ holds 2017 in His hands and He is holding us too. May all the glory for our journey go to Him.