Holding to Our Faith

Last night was a difficult night for me. Thursday and Friday had been such positive days, yet by Friday evening I was feeling discouraged. I was having several contractions which were making me nervous and just overall uncomfortable.

I kept reminding myself that I had just had a very difficult surgery done, as well as have now been on bed rest for a week. Moving around (even if just to the bathroom) was bound to make me sore and tired. Nonetheless, it caused some anxiety and nervousness in me last night. I told myself to just get a good night's sleep and in the morning, I wouldn't be as sore.

I woke up somewhat disappointed to find I was still uncomfortable and still contracting. "This is normal," I reminded myself. "Dr. Weeks told you to expect constant contractions from now until I deliver." Still, I felt uneasy.

So, I decided to share my concerns with my nurse. I mentioned the pain, as well as a few other side effects I was still experiencing from the surgery. "Should I be nervous?" I asked, looking for some reassurance.

"Your whole situation is very difficult. I would be nervous about everything. Your cervix was in a very delicate, difficult situation to deal with. So yes, you have several more weeks to get through before I wouldn't feel nervous anymore."
Sheesh. So much for a new, positive start to my day.

So, I texted Keal immediately, looking for reassurance from him, since the nurse failed miserably.

After my initial text, I said, "I was feeling so anxious / stressed last night, got a good night's sleep to clear my mind, and now I'm gonna have that lingering all day. I'm trying to remind myself, Dr. Weeks was positive, so I'm gonna be positive. Just have to really pray hard. Our boys are gonna be just fine."

His response was perfection.

"Overcomer came on just as I was reading your text."

"That's so awesome!! They're gonna be our little overcomers for sure!! I love you!"

"I love you. Drink water and relax today. Read a book, watch TV, keep that busy mind a working!"

I am so grateful for his response and kind words. I am grateful for God comforting us both this morning. I don't need a nurse to tell us we're going to be okay. I know we are going to be okay, regardless of our statistics; regardless of what science tells our doctors and nurses. We are going to hold tight to our faith, knowing with 100% certainty that you boys will be just perfect.