life at twelve weeks

I could've kissed the ultrasound machine.

One perfect little profile and the sweetest little hands.

Thank you, Lord, for putting my fears to rest.

I was nervous but trying hard not to show it.

The ultrasound tech took tons of pictures and hugged me tight on the way out.  She and I have been through a lot together.  From baby one all the way to this one, my sixth.  She was there when my second baby showed no more signs of life at 21 weeks.  She watched me struggled with the loss, my tears unable to be controlled.  

It would be my third visit when she would break the surprise to me:  I had not one baby but two.  I was stunned, she was excited.

And then there was this past year.  Two non-viable pregnancies.  Molar tissue and a blighted ovum.  Both showed all the symptoms of a pregnancy, but were difficult to diagnose and even more painful to experience.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I walked out of that room last week.  This time I can anticipate holding a new baby in six months.  This time I can think of names and dream baby dreams.  This time I feel the stirring of life in me again.

Even after having five babies, I'm still so amazed by God's creative power. 

The sound of the life blood gushing through that little heart.  

The perfectly shaped nose, the tiny fingers and toes.  

God's fingerprints, his master design are all over his children.  

Creating new life is God's labor of love.