I realize it has been awhile since I last blogged, and a lot sure has happened since the last post. The best thing that has happened is that we welcomed Molly Joy Padgett into this world, Friday, January 30 at 5:30pm. She weighed 7 lbs 6 oz and was 22 inches long.
For 4 years we prayed for another child. As happy as I was with the 2 wonderful children that God has blessed me with, my heart longed to become a mother again. In May of last year I went to a new doctor for my annual checkup. I was so impressed with this new doctor, but had no idea the role she would soon play in my life. After a discussion of our shared belief in God, she delivered the news that I would not be able to ever conceive another child. Once in my car, I thanked God for the children He had blessed me with and had allowed me the privilege of borrowing from Him. A peace swept over me and I was content with my family of 4.
A few weeks later, my mom fell off of a ladder and broke her arm. Brian and I took the kids to be at Nonnie's side for a week to help out. On the last day of our visit, Sunday, as I was walking up the patio stairs I caught a cramp in my left leg. I didn't think much about it and we packed up the car and was on our way home. The next couple of days the pain worsened. By Wednesday, I could hardly walk and after a call to a church member who is a RN, I decided to call our family doctor. From there I was sent to the hospital for a Doppler of my veins. There at the hospital, it was confirmed that I had a blood clot behind my left knee. After what seemed like forever, the doctor came in and told us as a standard protocol, while they were running the other labs, they also ran a pregnancy test, and that I was indeed pregnant. I didn't know what to say. An ultrasound was ordered and sure enough we saw the precious heartbeat of our 5 week 5 day old baby. The hospital sent us home that night with orders to see my Ob/Gyn the next day. I don't think I closed my eyes that night, afraid that if I did I would wake up and it would all just be a dream.
The dr. walked in the room that next day and her words were, "This is an act of God. A true miracle!". She also said that we would have a long road ahead, but that she would be there every step of the way, praying along side of me.
Being the OCD doctor that she is, :) many test were ordered to see if there was a cause to the blood clot. After a few weeks, we learned that I have an autoimmune disease that causes blood clots, but chances are more likely during pregnancy. She was very honest at the risk we would encounter throughout the pregnancy and afterward. But she vowed to me then that she would fight with me to be able to raise these children that God had blessed us with. I continued and would have to continue 2 shots of blood thinner each day in the tummy.
After a week of bed rest to give the blood clot time to dissolve, I felt like I had a normal pregnancy. There was moments throughout that I was afraid, but took comfort in Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you. I had to trust that God had a plan for this child.
I knew from the beginning, that my doctor would not allow me to go the full 40 weeks of pregnancy, due to the medications I was on, but I also was very aware of the odds of me being able to carry her past 20 weeks due to the APS.
But the days kept passing and the chances of us having a healthy baby grew stronger and stronger. Towards the end, I started having a problem with my amniotic fluid levels. I started going in for ultrasounds 2 times a week (with a grand total of 19 altogether!). On January 29, I went in for the routine and during the ultrasound the tech said "She's not going to let you go home today." My level was 2 times lower than it was 2 days before. I sat in the room, praying for peace, when my doctor walked in and said "We have reached the end of this journey. Tomorrow you will be a Mommy again." And then she said, "I never thought we would make it this far." She did agree to let me go home and pack and come back bright and early for my induction the next day. Although she was not very happy about it. :o
The next day was a looonnnggg day to say the least. But after being at the hospital for 12 1/2 hours the wait was over and Miss Molly was here. I still can't believe that she's mine. I look at her and can't help but tear up at the thoughts of how good God is. She is truly a miracle.
In all honesty, there have been times when I wondered why God led us to Columbia. Away from our families and friends and everything I had known my entire life. But throughout the last year and a half, he has shown me many, many different reasons of why. I believe this was one of them. Had we not ever moved here, I would have never met such a wonderful doctor, who believed that the calling on her life was to minister to people through modern day medicine, who I knew was praying for me and my child, who worked on her day off just to be able to be with me and to deliver Molly. God has had to remind me that He is always at work.
Wow, I guess I made up for all those days that have passed without blogging, huh, Kelly? I just wanted to give God the glory for the things He has done!
Weeping may last through the night, but Joy comes in the morning! Psalms 30:5
