We prayed for a baby for a year and half. Then one day I noticed that my period hadn’t come. That wasn’t completely unusual as I was known to have an irregular cycle now and again. Just the same, I decided to take a pregnancy test. It was positive.
With a history of two miscarriages, I wasn’t prepared to tell my son that I was pregnant. If it didn’t work out, how would I tell him that God gave him a baby, but then took it away? I didn’t want to break his little four-year-old heart. We decided to wait to tell him until we saw how the pregnancy was going. Better safe than sorry.
So we are driving around in the car the day after I took the pregnancy test. THE DAY AFTER I TOOK THE PREGNANCY TEST. I want to emphasize here that God doesn’t always take our advice to play it safe.
So we are driving around in the car the day after I took the pregnancy test. The boy and I are just having some regular chit-chat when out of the blue my sweet boy’s voice comes over from the back seat, “And you have a baby in your tummy.”
I don’t know if he noticed what he had done to me as I replied weakly, “What?”
He repeated, “You have a baby in your tummy.”
All I could think to say was, “Who told you that, Sweetie?”
He simply continued, “God said it was OK that you have a baby. We are going to get baby clothes and baby shoes and baby diapers and baby toys.”
He prattled on in his usual way as I sat there in stunned silence. I pulled off the road, collected myself, and called my husband. A few tears were shed. It seemed we were on a road. But where would that road lead us?