Wednesday, March 6, 2013


I think it's safe to say I REALLY need to give up with planning. You would think I would have learned this several years ago when God first started really trying to get my attention. Nope. Instead, I decided that while I was willing to give up my plans and move forward with what we felt God wanted us to do, I would make new plans for once we got there. What can I say? I am a huge work in progress.

We found out we were expecting just a few weeks before we left for Panama. While we were very excited, I figured it would be a little challenging to move to another country with a baby on board.

The first 20 weeks I suffered from extreme "morning" sickness called Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Thanks to my weakened immune system I got pneumonia, then strep (for 3wks), then an upper respitory infection. That took quite a toll on "my plans" for getting settled and into a routine. After around 20 weeks I finally started feeling human again. I still suffered from morning sickness, but I was finally able to keep liquids and some food down. NOW we could get our plans back in motion. I already have blogged a little about our youngest son and some of the complications he has been having, and then the robbery happened and well once again my plans had to wait.

"God, can't you see I have some really great plans to fulfill?"

Around the 25wk mark in my pregnancy things started feeling off. Strong contractions, lots of cramping and low back pain, extreme dizziness and I started blacking out. I knew something wasn't right. About a week later I lost my mucous plug. Oh boy. We headed to the doctor and I told her what was going on. Sure enough, I had begun dilating and effacing and my cervix was very soft. "This is not good at all", my doctor said. "You must take this very seriously." She sent me for steroid shots to mature our little guys lungs, medicine to stop the contractions and then she put me on medicine every few hours to continue to take to keep the contractions at bay, and full bed rest.

Hmphhh. This was NOT in my plan. 

I am now 28wks along and baby boy is still right where he needs to be. I am hoping and praying he stays put for at least a few more weeks, but I am not planning on anything. He will come not a moment too soon. God already knows his birthday, and while I wish He would shed some light on that day for me, I know that HIS PLAN will be done. So whether this little one holds out until 42wks or if he comes tomorrow, I am excited to see what God has planned for him, AND... for me.

For now, I have plenty of time. Not to try and figure everything out, but to sit. To sit and listen. To pray. To be quiet, and to wait on the Lord.


  1. I will keep you, baby, and the rest of your family in my prayers. *hugs*

  2. I hope it all works out and the anxious little guy will hold off a few more weeks. He seems excited to see his parents and siblings lol.