Josh caused us lots of problems, before he was born, my oldest son. It's a good thing he's been such a delight of us ever since he arrived!
First of all, I just wanted a little blond, green-eyed miniature Phil running around, but after four years of marriage, there was no sign nor seed of Josh. Tests-temperatures-no electric blankets-and more. No results and finally almost no hope, when after both Phil and I had numerous tests, the doctors said, "The chances are very slim you will ever have a child."
Looking back, it's easy to see that God's hand was in the doctor that decided to come from the city of Columbia, MO, to a never heard of community called Evening Shade, south of Fort Leonard Wood, to try to build a business in the country. The doctor just happened to be a well-known fertility specialist. He was involved in the testing, but the last thing he did for me the week he was closing his practice was to meet me in the Waynesville Hospital and flush out my "tubes," for some reason, an acutely painful procedure. Then he went on his way, saying the tubes had been clear all along. (I'll always wonder).
The next month, Phil and I made a trip to our good old family physician because I felt I might be expecting. The nurse said, "No, Maam," and the doctor said, "You can have a thick, thick file, but sometimes it just isn't going to happen." Devastation. I went from his office into the adjoining pharmacy/coffeeshop and discovered my hubby sitting on a stool. I shook my head, "No," and he said (without knowing why--but he believes the Lord spoke), "You are pregnant; I know you are."
From there, we went home, waited 10 days, went back to the doctor, and found out that I had indeed been pregnant all along.
To Be Continued
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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