On August 13th, my placenta (I know, gross word) separated from my uterus causing me to hemorrhage. My husband describes the bathroom as a scene out of C.S.I. It was during the 5 minutes of waiting for the ambulance to arrive that I had the best moment of my whole life. It's weird how life works that way. I was losing all this blood and Chad was freaking out that I was dying, but all I could think about was how the baby wasn't moving. I was tapping my belly and whimpering, "Please MOVE." But there was nothing. I was sure we had lost him. The 911 operator told Chad to get me into the bathtub until the ambulance got there. I sat there with all this noise around me - Chad taking care of calling people to come get the children so he could go to the hospital - the 911 operator asking Chad questions - the blessed sound of sirens down the street - my own panicked heartbeat drumming in my ears.
And then he moved.
My tummy made a big jump and he rolled over. And I swear, I heard God whisper to me from the inside that everything was going to be okay. I had no idea if I was okay - but the moment I knew he was still alive - THAT was the best moment of my whole life.
2 comments:
Isn't God amazing? That in such scariness and uncertainty, that He gave you that moment? I'm so glad that you are both okay. I love you so much!
God is good! We've been praying for you more than you know & we are so glad you & C are safe & sound! Love you!
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