Sept. 19, 2006 Phone Call

Tonight I received a phone call. Dr. Shirk called to let me know the final results were in. Our little boy had 100% Trisomy 18. This meant that every cell in his body had this genetic defect. Babies with this defect normally ended up as a miscarriage, the moms just don't know this is the cause. If our baby made it through labor and delivery, we would most likely watch him suffer and slowly pass away. He felt it would be in our best interest to terminate the pregnancy.

I could not, would not. My dream was to hold our little boy, and perhaps have the chance at saying goodbye. We felt so blessed at even being able to carry him in pregnancy! How many of our close friends haven't had the miracle of being able to carry a child? We would try our best to cherish the days to come. He was very sick, we would love him and enjoy him while he was still here with us.

John 15:1 My father is the gardener.

There are many blessings we will never receive until we are ready to pay the price of pain, for the path of suffering is the only way to reach them. J.R. Miller

I walked a mile with Pleasure,

She chattered all the way;

But left me none the wiser

For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,

And ne'er a word said she;

But oh, the things I learned from her

When Sorrow walked with me.

Streams in the Desert, Sept. 19