One week from tomorrow, my beautiful baby girl will turn 1 year old. She was 11 days overdue, so as I’ve been at work the last few days, I’ve been thinking back to the struggle I was having exactly one year ago, wishing and pleading with God to PLEASE bring this baby out of me! 🙂
It’s made me revisit all of my memories, especially the second most precious (next to her birthing)–the day I found out she had been created. It was on Valentine’s Day, 2007, and I had just finished a 12 hour shift at work as a paramedic. I stopped for a pregnancy test on my way home not because I thought I was pregnant, but because I had stopped taking birth control pills due to health problems the month before and wasn’t really sure when to expect my period. My mind was in a fog during the hour long drive, and I actually got pulled over for speeding (nearing midnight next to a bar). I wanted to tell the policeman “hey, I have a pregnancy test in back! Let me go!” but I didn’t need to since he saw the “female firefighter” sticker in my back windshield and told me to have a great day, but that I was going 15 miles over the speed limit (oops–must have still been in ambulance mode).
Upon arriving home, I greeted my husband, our house-mate, Jen, and our friend, Jon, who was spending the weekend. I snuck my bag into the bathroom, read the fine print directions, and peed on the stick. I set it next to me and immediately, I saw a “plus” sign indicating that it was positive. I re-read the directions three times to make sure I’d done it right, and ran a new one under the sink for comparison’s sake. Keeping everything to myself, I took the last test the next morning. I was still pregnant.
Finding out you’re pregnant causes a flood of conflicting emotions through your body and gives you this very strong urge to tell people. I wanted the “telling” to be special, though, so for 9 days after finding out, I savored this secret between God and me. I prayed over that baby and enjoyed this new found life. On the ninth day, My husband and I were going away for our anniversary. I created a treasure hunt that led my husband from our house to our hotel room an hour away. The last gift I gave him was a Willow Tree figurine of a mother and father holding a baby. An index card was enclosed with our due date written on one side: 10/20/08, and this verse on the other side “Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. (Psalm 127:3-5).”
My plan was for us to keep it a secret until we were done with the first trimester, but my husband would have none of it. We drove home the next day with small “grandparent” gifts for our parents to tell them the happy news with. Happy moments. 🙂
How did you tell your family that you were pregnant?