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29 Week Update… just a little late

It has been a crazy busy, but fun week. My mom arrived last Sunday so I could help her work on a special project. My grandpa has been trying for many years to write a book about his life, and with his memory issues and health problems he has never been able to complete it. We have spent the last week scanning pictures, reading through hand scribbled notes, and trying to fill in the gaps with the help of my Grandma and other family members. It has been quite the undertaking yet it has been a pleasure to be able to take the time to learn about my family history and do something that will make my grandpa so happy.

This morning I received an email from a dear friend wondering how our appointment went this week. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I hadn’t even thought about blogging! We are so blessed to have so many people who care about us and pray for us! I am sorry if we left you hanging!

Our appointment this week was long. We arrived at 8:30 and finally left at 12:30. Let me tell you, that 3 hour glucose test is not fun at all! Luckily I passed with flying colors! I was very relieved! Our ultrasound was great. Little Truett is back to being transverse so we are hoping he will turn himself around in the next few weeks. I think the coolest part was being able to watch him practice his breathing. You could see his little chest rise and fall and see his diaphragm moving up and down. So cool! He is measuring right on target for where we are… accept for his arms which are measuring 2 weeks ahead. His estimated weight is 2 lbs 12 oz. Our sweet little man is getting so much bigger!

I thought he was an acrobat before, but the last week or so has been even more comical! He is getting so much stronger! His kicks and jabs are getting harder and happen more and more frequently. He still is most active when his Daddy is around which makes me smile, and every night he kicks Matt in the bootie as we fall asleep. He wakes me up every morning about the same time, but once I eat breakfast he seems to go back to sleep! Maybe he just gets hungry!

We moved the beautiful cradle into our room this week. (Thank you Mark and Nancy for letting us borrow it!) We have also been getting everything set up in the nursery. We still need to get that dresser refinished but I think we are going to work on that this week! His closet is getting more and more full of clothes and supplies. We had some wonderful friends of our bring lots of clothes to us last week! Their little boy is just a year older than Truett so he has gotten lots of hand me downs!

We have been spoiled this week by both sets of our parents. What a blessing to have them buy us groceries and take us shopping for other things we need. God has been so faithful to provide for us even while I’m not able to work. We are so thankful.

I can’t believe tomorrow will mark 30 weeks. Just a few weeks ago we were worried that we would never make it this far! There were times we wondered if we would even have a baby to bring home with us. What a wonderful God we serve! A God who answers prayers, comforts us, and keeps us safe. We are so excited to meet our sweet little miracle. Just a few more weeks to wait!

Sarah

Trust…

So, I may not look like it, but I can be pretty introspective. Things may only ever seem to hit the surface with me, but I really do think alot about deep things.

Where do I start?

Well, Sarah & I have been trying to get pregnant for 2 & 1/2 years. It’s been a long road, and we even went so far as to going to get fertility treatments. Finally – after about 4-5 months with fertility treatments, we got pregnant. We were so excited! We were finally going to be parents. We didn’t have any idea that anything would go wrong.

And then, in the middle of the night- about 8 weeks into the pregnancy, Sarah started having horrible contractions. And that’s when our world shattered. Everything that we’d been hoping and praying for….gone. We lost our precious baby.

We were both heartbroken. It was more than what we could handle. We both fell into a depression. I had to do something. I wanted to feel some physical pain to match that which was in my heart. So, I know it may sound stupid, but I got a tattoo so that I wouldn’t forget. We named our baby Samuel. (1 Samuel 1: 22-28) This baby was from God, and we wanted him to be God’s.

Sarah's handwriting of our baby's name

Sarah and I didn’t know what to do. We had a hard time deciding whether or not to start actively trying to get pregnant again. We didn’t want to go through this heartbreak again, and never wanted anyone to feel this pain. Soon after, though, we didn’t have to decide.

We found out we were pregnant again! How awesome. God was so true to his word. He, once again, gave us the desires of our hearts. We were so excited for this.

Then, on November 24 (The day before Thanksgiving), we went in for a scheduled doctors appointment. We were to have a sonogram to measure the baby, and (hopefully) find out what “it” was. But the news we got was terrifying. Sarah’s cervix was “funneling”. This means that it was opening from the baby’s side outward, and that we may lose the baby. So Sarah was put on bedrest.

We made it though Thanksgiving (with 22 guests at our house) – I made most of the Thanksgiving meal. I had a great coach from the livingroom, though. (Who would’a thought you could make a pecan pie just by having someone read you the directions?). And we had another appointment the next week.

Since Sarah was on bedrest, and I was at work ALOT, her sister came to help out. She made food, did laundry, cleaned, and made my life a whole lot easier (Thanks Christi- Love ya!). She even came to the sonogram with us. I’m glad she did.

We found out that Sarah’s cervix was opening even more, and that we needed to perform a cerclage (stitching the cervix shut), to prevent losing our precious baby. Sarah’s sister was the moral support we needed, and the prayer warrior to keep us from falling apart again.

So we went to the hospital the next day (Dec 2), and had the cerclage put in. We stayed the night in the hospital, and they monitored Sarah, and the baby, too. All went well, and seems to be up to this point. However, we’re not yet all in the clear. I do worry about my baby, and my wife, too.

But today, I was listening to some music on my iPod, and “randomly”, the song Beautiful by MercyMe started playing. I was listening, and then was almost brought to tears. I’ve been struggling with the though of “Why would God take our first baby, and come so close to taking this one?”. I got an answer. He’s not trying to. He doesn’t want us to feel this pain – that’s why He did.

“Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You’re the one He madly loves
Enough to die! “

He has never wanted us to suffer. I guess what I need to do is just trust. I need to trust him to guide our steps. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight for our baby like crazy, but it does mean that I’m going to give Him everything that I can to take care of it.

Matt