My journey to freedom started about 7 years ago. I was 38 years old, married to a great guy,
with two beautiful kids - a girl and a boy.
My faith in Christ was warm and cozy.
Life was – well, kinda perfect.
Sure there were always a few curve balls thrown in there but nothing me
and my friend Jesus couldn’t get through.
Having a heart of gratitude and trust in God is fairly easy
when normal everyday life is happening.
When life throws curve balls sometimes we need to be still and re-center
ourselves in our beliefs. But occasionally we experience life altering circumstances that rock us to the
core, change who we are, and make us question what and who we believe in. It humors me now that I’m glad I got rocked,
got the prize behind the curtain #3.
During that hard season of my life I never dreamt I would be able to say
that.
Jason and I had come to the conclusion that with our age and
the fact that we had 2 great kids we were done growing our family. Jason made an apt with the doctor and took
permanent measures to assure our family was complete.
Well Sistah’s, not to freak your freak, but permanent
procedures done by urologists who specialize in permanent procedures aren’t
always guaranteed to work.
This is where behind curtain #3 I learned what it felt like
to be completely broken. To question
everything that had ever made sense to me.
To find out you are pregnant after your husband had a
vasectomy is a lot to wrap your head around and those next few weeks were kind
of surreal. From telling Jason, to
setting up my doctor’s appointment, I remember thinking I just do not want to
do this again. Ugh - all those sleepless
nights, then the busyness of a toddler - it all felt so overwhelming. I spent a lot of time those early weeks
praying that God would soften my heart to the idea. I would recite in my head, “I have plans for
you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you, not to harm you, to give you hope
and a future.” As the weeks rolled on
we shared our news with more and more people, and just as I had prayed God
softened my heart. In fact I started to
really embrace the idea. This would be
the baby we laughed about - our vasectomy baby, the one that brought us much
joy.
I had my first appointment with the nurse practitioner,
heard the heartbeat, then set up my next appointment to see my OB and have my
ultrasound. I left that day with a smile
on my face and such excitement and anticipation for what was to come.
The day for my ultrasound finally arrived and it surprised
me how drastic I changed from not wanting to be pregnant to so excited for this
gift our family was about to receive. We
brought our kids to the ultrasound so they could get a glimpse of the brother
or sister that was to come. The
ultrasound was magical. It was so much
fun for the kids to see the perfect little hands waving and moving around.
We were moved to the exam room after the ultrasound where we
would wait and wait and then wait some more.
I will never forget the look on Dr Fern’s face as he entered that
room. He didn’t make eye contact this
time or welcome me with one of his warm hugs.
He sat down on his stool and said with such sadness in his eyes, “Your
baby has profound abnormalities that are most likely not compatible with
life. You are going to need to see a
specialist.”
I left that office numb and terrified. We spent the next several weeks seeing
geneticists and specialists. We ended up
losing our baby along with so many of my dreams and nothing seemed to make
sense to me anymore. I still believed in
God yet questioned his love for me.
I spent the next couple of years struggling through some
depression. I knew I wouldn’t try for another baby yet wouldn’t let Jason have
his permanent procedure done again. I
felt a distance from everything I believed in.
The whole “plans to prosper” verse and “I wove you together in your
mother’s womb” felt like a knife in my heart and would bring anger out in me.
There is truth in the saying that time is a great
healer. Over time the intensity of my
grief softened and joy started coming back.
In the spring of 2009, I was starting to feel like a me I recognized
again. I still questioned why when I was
content with two kids God let me open my heart to want three. I tried to push it out of my head. I would tell myself if God was small enough
to fully understand He wouldn’t be big enough to worship. I would remind myself “His ways are not our
ways.”
Fast forward and buckle your seats, Sistahs! That May I was not feeling right. If you have been pregnant before you know the
kind of right I’m talking about. I told
Jason and he said, “you’re being ridiculous, you’re on birth control!” That felt comforting and true so I put it out
of my mind. Sunday after church we were
planting our spring flowers. I ran out
of petunias so decided to run to the Rite Aid.
Without telling Jason I decided to buy pregnancy test so I could quit
thinking about it and panicking. I was
then going to tell Jason I was ready for him to go back to the doctor. This was
confirmation it was time to move on.
Petunias and pregnancy test in hand, I went home. I immediately went to the bathroom with my
test. This was so ridiculous. I was on birth control. I could hardly wait to get this over so I
could enjoy the rest of the day. An out
of body experience is how I would describe the looking down at the test that
read pregnancy positive.
I cannot begin to tell you the intense fear, horror and pain
I felt. How was this possible? I had barely moved forward from losing our
baby. Jason came in and found me in the
bedroom. I was literally trembling with
fear. He said, “Oh my gosh, what is
wrong?” In a very calm and articulate
way…ok maybe not…I sobbed and said “I’m pregnant.” Jason held me and tried to comfort me. He said, “It is ok. It will be ok. WE will be ok.” I think he was also trying to comfort
himself.
I told no one. I was
filled with so much fear, certain there would be something wrong. I was years older now. I felt such shame that I would put everyone
through this again. I pleaded with God
to help me. I have never felt so
alone.
Jason called Dr. Fern two weeks later and explained the
situation and that he was worried about me.
Dr. Fern made an appointment for us that week. When we arrived I felt physically ill. It was now a place I associated with deep
pain. I couldn’t believe I was here
again. I had an ultrasound right away
and Dr. Fern came in immediately after.
When I saw Dr. Fern’s face I immediately started
crying. He gave me one of those warm,
wonderful hugs. He told me “it is early
but the ultrasound looks good.” He tried
to reassure me that there was a good chance nothing was wrong. He was a believer himself and said “Maybe
this is God’s redemption for you.” Dr.
Fern is a wise man. It was the first
flicker of hope and calmness I had in weeks.
It was a very stressful and lonely time waiting for the end
of that first trimester. Dr. Fern was
sending me to the specialist to get the highest resolution ultrasound
possible. I dreaded it. That place held such horrible and painful
memories for me. I was certain I was
headed there for some experience. I had
barely slept the week before my appointment.
Walking down the long hallway, I wasn’t sure if I was going to get sick
or start crying. I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my own skin.
The appointment was long and the specialist very
thorough. He stepped out of the room and
said the doctor would be back in a minute.
I laid there terrified waiting for the door to open and my life to
change again. When he walked in and said
everything looked great, I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing. He also said there was 90% chance it’s a girl.
We followed up that appointment the next day with Dr. Fern.
He was so happy for us. He suggested
doing an amnio since everything we had been through…and an amnio is the only test
that is 100%.
I finally started sharing my news with everyone. My family reassured me it would be good and
the amnio would prove it. I felt such
gratitude to God. I was blown away that
God was going to give me this amazing gift - He was giving me the desires of my
heart. He knew I wanted a baby, but
would never have tried again. I couldn’t
wait to share the goodness of God.
After the amnio, we were in the car driving to see my sister
in Seattle. We gave Dr. Fern our cell
number so he could call with the results.
The phone finally rang. My heart
sped up and instantly thought he would confirm it’s a healthy girl and we would
celebrate. Jason answered the phone and
began to pull the car to the side of the road.
The enthusiasm in Jason voice changed as he continued to talk. Finally, turning to me he shook his head
no.
When Jason got off the phone he shared our baby girl would
have Down’s syndrome. I wanted to be one
of those women that said, “This is my baby and I love her no matter what.” That was not my feeling. I was terrified. I found myself angry again, trying to trust
the God I had always loved yet wondering where He had gone.
The rest of my pregnancy was filled with ultrasounds and
lots of appointments. I hated myself for
how different I felt about this pregnancy.
Slowly as the months rolled on and I could feel her kick I began to
connect with her as mine.
Heading to the hospital to deliver Lexi was such a different
experience than the joy of anticipation I felt with Abby and Luke. I think I still had hopes God would produce a
miracle and she wouldn’t have Down’s syndrome.
I only saw Lexi for a couple seconds after she was
born. They whisked her away to the NICU
to start checking for all the things that can go wrong with Down’s babies. I got to go up to the NICU that afternoon and
saw her for a couple minutes. I was
awake at 3am that night and couldn’t sleep.
I called the nurse to take me up to see my baby. It was then, when alone with my baby, I was
overcome by the greatest sense of peace and contentment. There was no doubt in my mind God meant Lexi
for me and I thanked Him.
Jan 8th, not the 1st, is always a time of reflection for
me. This past January 8th my sweet Lexi
turned 4. I am so gratefully humbled
that God chose me to be her mother. My
road to being her mother was a painful one.
Yet, it has strengthened my faith beyond measure. I now trust the plans God has for me and the
character God wants to mold me into. I
have learned that God did know the desires of my heart and does have plans to
prosper me and not harm me.
Having a daughter with a disability teaches me what gifted
is in God’s eyes. We are all gifted the
way God intends us to be and for His purpose.
Lexi helps me see things for what they are and accept myself the way I
am.
Beautiful family
ReplyDeleteLove you Molly! Your faith is an inspiration to me and the lessons you share with me always help me grow! God is definitely using you to further his kingdom work! I l love the Bergan family!
ReplyDeleteGod is good. All the time! Love you Molly!! Gina
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing Molly. What a testimony! And I know that God is still working, may you be encouraged as He reveals Himself in your family.
ReplyDeleteMolly, what a beautiful story. I can relate in so many ways. Our children are truly a gift from God.
ReplyDeletePam (Mommy to Ian)
Molly, Thank you for sharing your heart with me. It brought me to tears to see how our great God knew before the foundation of the earth that you would be the mother of such a treasure as Lexi. Your story, actually God's story, is a blessing to so many people now and over the years as you and Jason parent your beautiful Abby, Luke and Lexi. I will forever say to God be the glory. Pam aka Ya-Yah
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