Misty and Sunny--thank you for sharing your stories, both good and bad, with all the realness, joy and pain, that a pregnancy brings. Sunny--I LOVE your description as "co-creator"... what a cool term!!!
My parents now suffered through two miscarriages and were so disappointed they gave up. And then, God snuck my little brother past at the last minute.
Sunny, I'm so sorry about your son. Years ago I was on a prayer team and we had a beautiful young married couple who were told their first baby would not survive. We prayed and prayed and prayed. It was exciting to feel the baby kick as well. But alas... although the birthing started with a heartbeat... by the time the baby went through the birth canal, God had called him home.
I remember feeling punched in the stomach when I heard that. It really shook my faith for a bit. And I couldn't imagine this young mother's sorrow as people were constantly asking her where her baby was because they had been so eager to havea family. God did give them another baby a few years later who was healthy and beautiful.
Many years ago I was going through a horrible situation in my life and I had a dream that two men had trapped me in a room and were going to kill me. As I crumpled to the floor, defeated, water started pouring in through the windows of the room and I started to scream because I thought, "If these men don't kill me, then the water will."
But as the water reached my ankles and knees, my feet grew together... and I became a mermaid and swam out the window. The water that I thought would kill me actually provided an escape. And, a little boy, about 2 years old, swam up next to me. He had white-blond hair, but something told me he was going to be like a son to me.
A few years later, I met that little boy. He was 18 months, and his own mother had passed away about a year before. He very much became "my" baby. I was there when he started to talk and because he couldn't say, "Kim," he would crawl on my lap and say, "My Eeem."
God put him in my life for 3 years and then it was time for him to go to another family, but I have always wondered what it must feel like to birth a child of your own, especially since I have no biological relatives.
I DO know that God could grant that if He wanted... and if I were 25 or even 35, I'd be all for it. But even if I met someone today, dated for two years, was married for a few more... I'd be pushing 45 and having my first baby. I know celebrities do it all the time but I can't afford specialty health care (I have health concerns as it is) or full-time nannies .
I think my time has passed, but thank you all for sharing and for your kind, considerate words.
And Stuey, I'm glad you weren't bored. I'm not sure how anyone could read these stories (holding a tiny little foot in your fingers and he's not even born yet!!??) and not go misty-eyed for at least a minute or two.
My parents now suffered through two miscarriages and were so disappointed they gave up. And then, God snuck my little brother past at the last minute.
Sunny, I'm so sorry about your son. Years ago I was on a prayer team and we had a beautiful young married couple who were told their first baby would not survive. We prayed and prayed and prayed. It was exciting to feel the baby kick as well. But alas... although the birthing started with a heartbeat... by the time the baby went through the birth canal, God had called him home.
I remember feeling punched in the stomach when I heard that. It really shook my faith for a bit. And I couldn't imagine this young mother's sorrow as people were constantly asking her where her baby was because they had been so eager to havea family.
God did give them another baby a few years later who was healthy and beautiful.Many years ago I was going through a horrible situation in my life and I had a dream that two men had trapped me in a room and were going to kill me. As I crumpled to the floor, defeated, water started pouring in through the windows of the room and I started to scream because I thought, "If these men don't kill me, then the water will."
But as the water reached my ankles and knees, my feet grew together... and I became a mermaid and swam out the window. The water that I thought would kill me actually provided an escape. And, a little boy, about 2 years old, swam up next to me. He had white-blond hair, but something told me he was going to be like a son to me.
A few years later, I met that little boy. He was 18 months, and his own mother had passed away about a year before. He very much became "my" baby. I was there when he started to talk and because he couldn't say, "Kim," he would crawl on my lap and say, "My Eeem."
God put him in my life for 3 years and then it was time for him to go to another family, but I have always wondered what it must feel like to birth a child of your own, especially since I have no biological relatives.
I DO know that God could grant that if He wanted... and if I were 25 or even 35, I'd be all for it. But even if I met someone today, dated for two years, was married for a few more... I'd be pushing 45 and having my first baby. I know celebrities do it all the time
but I can't afford specialty health care (I have health concerns as it is) or full-time nannies . I think my time has passed, but thank you all for sharing and for your kind, considerate words.
And Stuey, I'm glad you weren't bored.
I'm not sure how anyone could read these stories (holding a tiny little foot in your fingers and he's not even born yet!!??) and not go misty-eyed for at least a minute or two.