I haven’t been blogging for the past couple months, and I have a good reason for it, too. Hunny and I are going through some big life changes this year, the biggest of which being that I’m pregnant.
This pregnancy has been very difficult. For the past 14 weeks, I have had little to no energy. I haven’t been able to write because I have barely been able to do normal everyday activities. I thought it was just because I’m pregnant and fatigue is one of the symptoms. Last Wednesday, I had blood taken at the doctor’s office. Last Friday, my doctor called me personally to ask me if I had been bleeding or if anything unusual has been going on. I had to have blood taken at the hospital. It is really scary to have your doctor call you personally, sounding concerned for your health.
On Tuesday, I called the doctor’s office to find out my results. The person told me that the doctor had to tell me the results and she was in surgery all day. I called back Wednesday, and the woman who took my blood the first time, told me there was something wrong with my platelets and my hemoglobin and I had to go to a fetal specialist in another city. I was told that they had to set up the appointment for me. I’ve been calling trying to find out when I can go to the specialist and no one has made the appointment for me (Needless to say, I’m praying and looking for a new doctor).
The past two weeks, I’ve been weaker than usual. I have been so frustrated by all this and hurt. I’ve also wondered why this is happening to me and what I did to deserve this. Then God, in His wisdom and grace, reminded me of this passage:
As He passed by, He saw a man blind from birth. And His disciples asked Him,“Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.” John 9:1-3
Sometimes things happen to us, and we don’t know why. I don’t know what is going to happen to me or my baby. But no matter what happens, God’s works will be displayed in us.
Me at Nine Weeks (Before I knew that there was something wrong)