At my last prenatal doctor’s appointment I was at seventeen weeks. My sister was at my house taking care of the kids, so I enjoyed reading a book as I waited. I was having to wait longer than usual, and I was getting impatient. Finally the doctor came in.
This was supposed to be a short doctor visit. After I told her that I hadn’t had any problems, I lay down for her to find the baby’s heart beat with the Doppler. She searched and searched, but could not find it. Except for the time I miscarried, this had never happened to me before. The doctor kept saying she wasn’t worried, that she knew she’d find it, but ten minutes later, she still couldn’t hear the heart beat.
During this time I remember thinking, “This is when I should be getting concerned,” but actually I didn’t feel worried about it. There was a fleeting prayer and the thought that if this baby died I would be okay, but, really, I KNEW I had been feeling movement and that’s what I kept thinking about.
Finally, the doctor gave up and said she was going to send me to the sonographer to get a record of the baby’s heartbeat. After she left, I realized that this really could be a repeat of my last pregnancy that ended in miscarriage. I quickly called my husband and let him know. I just wanted someone to pray for me. Thankfully, they didn’t make me wait long.
I lay down to get the sonogram, and right away the tech showed me the baby and said, “There’s the heart beat! Wait a minute. That was fast. No wonder the doctor couldn’t get the heart beat on the Doppler. Your baby is really moving around in there!” I knew I was feeling movement! Then she asked me, “Do you want to know if it’s a boy or girl?”
“YES.” Actually, I was dying to know.
“It’s a boy,” she said. I felt as if I knew it was a boy all along. After all, Grace did pray for a boy! So, Lord willing, Little Jason will have a baby brother. We are thrilled!