Happy birthday, Miracle Boy

It’s here. He’s 6. I cannot believe it. Somehow, someway, six years have flown by and I’m still a little disbelieving of it. See, technically, Henry almost was never here. A few small changes and he wouldn’t be.

When I was newly pregnant with him – about 8-9 weeks along – I had some spotting. Which wasn’t unusual for my pregnancies, but since I’d had 2 miscarriages in the past, I was vigilant about it. I went in, had blood drawn and had a quick ultrasound. And was informed by the doctor that he couldn’t find anything. Nothing. No baby. Just an empty sac. Very often what happens in these cases was just that you go in and have a D&C to eliminate everything. In fact, my first pregnancy ended just that way.

This doctor, however, hesitated. He actually said that he wanted to wait a few days and see what happened and he’d probably schedule a D&C then. But he didn’t want to do it yet. So, I went back home to wait. And wait. And wait. 5 days later, I went back and had another blood test. Surprisingly, my HCg levels went UP. Which made the doctor go, “Hmmm.” So, another ultrasound. This time? They found him. There he was. Measuring right on schedule. I don’t know where he was hiding previously, but I do know that I thank God all the time for that doctor. My first OB would have aborted Henry without knowing that he was fine. I wonder if that’s actually what happened with my first pregnancy. But dwelling on it won’t change the past. All I know is that I’m very, very thankful that Henry’s doctor hesitated. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here.

Happy birthday, buddy. I don’t know what the future holds for you, but I pray that God will equip your father and me to help you achieve it. I pray that your skills will develop so you can live your life to the fullest – whatever that means for you, specifically. I pray that you will learn to eat and enjoy something other than baby food. I pray that you’ll grow out of your constant screaming when something is amiss in your world. I pray that you will grow to discover things that bring you great joy and happiness. Maybe you can someday own your own cow. But, most of all, I pray that you will grow to learn about Jesus and how very much He loves you. That you will put your faith in Him and trust Him with your life. Because, after all, that’s all that really matters. We love you, Henry. So very, very much.