This pregnancy has been such a beautiful blessing and there isn’t a thing I can complain about… I have not been sick, there have been no complications, and I have hardly gained any weight…it has been an actual dream come true.
BUT, I have had mixed feelings this entire pregnancy regarding the due date I was given at my first OB appointment. Up until a few weeks ago I thought for sure this little guy would make his debut early, then I changed my mind and knew he was going to stay inside as long as he possibly could. At my 38 and (almost) 39 week appointments nothing appeared to be progressing despite the pain I’ve had, oddly consistent contractions, and all of the “self inducing” we’ve attempted.
BLESSINGS UPON BLESSINGS UPON… PLOT TWIST
Months ago we found out that Gauge was not going to be deployed after we had been anticipating it. Him leaving would have meant he would miss the majority of the pregnancy and maybe even the birth, there was no telling. This was too good to be true. I remember asking him if it was okay for me to be excited (military probs) and he said yes, that he had already made sure of it. PRAISE THE LORD. We were safe.
Even more recently, Gauge received his promotable status (PRAISE AGAIN — I am so dang proud of him), which makes him eligible for his next big promotion, but also means that he has to fulfill a series of requirements, one of which being a month long school here on the island. He was supposed to be at school mid April- mid May, but that didn’t work out. From there, we were under the impression that he would be sent to the mid June-mid July class. Still no.
LAST WEEK he was slotted & sent to school for a month… (YES, RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF BABY MONTH!!!!) Fortunately it’s a few miles from home, unfortunately he is only able to come home briefly on Wednesday’s and on the weekends and they are very, very strict. We got out of a deployment by the grace of God and school came out of nowhere at the worst possible time, but we’ve learned to be flexible and to roll with it, always. I’ve prayed endlessly and held to a few promises, especially when all of the worst-case-scenario thoughts start flooding my mind.
For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear; I will help you. Isaiah 41:13
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you. 2 Thessalonians 3:16
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. Isaiah 26:3
OUR ANSWER TO PRAYER
My OB visits have not been ideal or high on my list of favorable or most comfortable experiences for more reasons than one. Inconsistent doctors, lack of information, and the constant feeling of being hurried out the door.
Before my (almost) 39 week appointment last week I prayed and prayed that I would be given some sort of indication on my progress so far and that maybe, JUST MAYBE I would have some news that Gauge would be able to share with his chain of command that would give us some sort of idea on whether or not they would be willing to work with him. I was discouraged that nothing had progressed and that everything remained so uncertain. But this time I felt a sense of peace in the room, despite feeling so discouraged. Maybe it was something about the sweet doctor who actually sat down in front of me, looked me in the eye, and let me speak. I asked her what the hospital’s policy is on being induced & then began rambling on about our current tricky situation. Labor has scared me since before I was pregnant, but knowing there was a possibility that I could be completely alone at the hospital scared me even more. She explained the reasons they would induce and much to my surprise, “social reasons” is a thing. She checked the schedule and went over a few options and without hesitation I kindly asked her put me on the list to be induced THIS WEEKEND. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined this being my choice, but my heart wants nothing more than for my husband to be in the delivery room with me, experiencing every second and not having to wait to meet his son.
With that, I am praising the Lord as I sit here impatiently waiting to get the phone call that it’s time to head to the hospital! God is so good.
I am also contemplating running to Starbucks to grab my last latte and bagel as a preggo, but the better part of me is urging me to stick with the suggested “light snacks or eggs and toast”… I’ll keep ya posted.