I struggled with infertility for years. Then, out of nowhere I got pregnant. We were beyond excited and told everyone. We couldn’t wait. 8 weeks in, I began bleeding, and I lost our precious baby. We were broken and thought we would never be whole. But with prayer and by the grace of God the cracks slowly began to heal.
2 years later we conceived again. We were a little more cautious, but we knew that God would bless us with a baby if we were meant to have one. After an emergency c-section, we welcomed a tiny baby boy into the world. He was perfect and beautiful. We praised God and cried out with joy, ever thankful. But, on our second day in the hospital, our tiny boy began having seizures. They life-lined him to the children’s hospital where we were unable to hold him. He was hooked up to so many wires, we couldn’t hardly touch him. Our hearts were broken. And we begged God, angry. We asked, “Why would you bless us with a child, only to take him away?!”
Everyone we knew was on their knees praying day and night for our precious boy. And one day the doctor came in and told us, they had no idea how, but our little boy got better on his own. They were flabbergasted. But, we knew. A miracle.
We took him home, and after a few, thankfully uneventful weeks, we took him to the doctor. She kept looking at his head. And looking at us. She asked us a bunch of confusing questions, then referred us to a neurosurgeon. We thought she was being crazy. We brushed it off. But, we packed up and drove 2 hours to meet with a pediatric neurosurgeon.
As soon as he looked at our son he said, “Yup he has craniosynostosis.” He took a plastic skull off the shelf and began taking pieces off, and explaining what he was going to have to do to our tiny baby. I zoned out. I couldn’t listen. I wanted to run far far away. My husband and I drove home, we couldn’t even speak to each other. We cried bitter tears, angry with God again. As humans, we always want to know “why?”, but sometimes we don’t get the answer we want, or in our case, at all.
But, at 4 months old we handed our only child over to a nurse, and he underwent extensive reconstructive skull surgery. Talk about the scariest day of my life. But, when the doctors came out, they were smiling. The surgery was a success, off without a hitch. After a week in the hospital we go to go home.
And now, we have a healthy 3 year old!
After all we went through, all the ups and downs, I can look back and see the exact moments when God was there holding my hand. Carrying me through. Hindsight is 20-20. My husband and I often talk about how we can now see why certain situations arose, and how they made us stronger to be able to handle the harder things. It is amazing to now see how God worked in our lives, and through the life of our little boy, is still working in the lives of others.
We love to share our testimony, and council other people who are going through what we’ve been through. Reminding them, that with God, all things are possible.
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Mrs Bishop says
Yay! Thanks for sharing! <3
Caroline @ In Due Time says
Thanks for sharing your story! Gives ME so much hope!