A few weeks ago, I posted an entry about a Miracle. The past 72 hours we have experienced the realities of miracles ourselves. It often gets forgotten about as a miracle, but I am reminded how very fragile we are and how much the birth of child really is a miracle.
It seems so long ago that Marti realized she was pregnant. I can remember both of us being filled with mixed emotions...pregnant again (happy) but will we have another miscarriage (sad). And will we have complications because of Marti's age (worry)? And how will we do this after moving back and trying to settle (anxiety)?
But Tuesday afternoon, after literally traveling thousands of miles, packing and unpacking, quitting a job and starting a new one, feeling nauseated and puking almost every day for 9 months (Marti, not me) and so on and so forth, God graciously answered our prayers when Amy Lynn entered this world at 3:25pm. You can not imagine the overwhelming sense of relief, joy, and amazement as I stood in front of Marti delivering Amy (yes, I was the delivering doctor...how cool is that?!). I could not believe my eyes as I realized that at 8 lbs, 10 ounces that she was not only finally here, but that she was healthy.
And so, one journey is complete (pregnancy), and yet another starts (child rearing). But what an incredible reminder that miracles still do happen. When I think about the fact that there are so many things that can go wrong after conception until delivery, I am amazed. God is good. He reminds me once again in an everyday event (Amy was not the only baby born on 9/11/07) that He controls the whole universe. And He answers prayer.
Welcome to our world Amy. Thank you Father in heaven.