Celebrating a Miracle

Being an only child, I always dreamed of having a big family.  When Hubby and I started dating, we knew from the get-go that we wanted to have at least 4 kiddies.  Although, 5 or 6 sounded much better to me.

Almost immediately after getting married, Hubby and I were expecting our first child.  We couldn't have been happier.  We told our families and friends, and anyone who would listen.  We picked out baby names, oohed and aahed whenever we saw baby clothes, and visited the OB/GYN.  We were ecstatic waiting for our first child to be born.

But our happiness was short lived.  I suffered a miscarriage in my 12th week.  I was heartbroken.  I tried to find comfort in the kind words offered to me by the hospital staff, but hearing "Many first pregnancies end in miscarriage," didn't help much.  Hubby was right there with me, suffering, holding my hand, trying to cheer me up.

The only thing that got me through that ordeal was the thought of trying again.  Every month, I hoped and prayed that it would be my "lucky" month.  And every month, I was disappointed.  Finally, 9 months later, I was once again "with child". 

After our previous experience, we took things much calmer.  We didn't shout the news from the rooftop; we kept it as our little secret.  Hubby developed the constant habit of asking me how I was feeling.  To be honest, I was feeling really good.  The thought of a teeny, tiny being forming inside of me was the greatest feeling in the world.

All was running smoothly until tragedy struck...again!  (Also during my 12th week of pregnancy.)  Why was this happening to me?  Did I do something wrong?  Was I being punished for something?  I'm a good person, but why can't I have a baby?  A million questions like these ran through my head.  But the worst blow was yet to come.  Before being released from the hospital, my OB/GYN sat with me and said, "You need to get used to the idea of being infertile.  If you are ever able to conceive, you'll never carry it to term."  

At the very moment, I felt as if my heart had dropped to my feet, that the Earth had stopped turning and that I had crashed into a brick wall.  What?  I heard the words the doctor spoke, but I couldn't understand.  Again, the questions started running through my mind...Why?

I went home, in a daze of depression, and cried for what must have been weeks.  Nothing anyone said to me helped.  Somehow, life slowly returned to some sense of normalcy. 

Of course, there were days that the emotional pain was unbearable.  Days when neighbors or people at church would ask if we were ever going to start a family or when we'd learn that a friend or relative was expecting a baby. 

I experienced one such day in January 1997.  Someone close to me had mentioned that she was pregnant with her second child.  While I was so very happy for my friend, I was emotionally distraught.  Not knowing what to do to calm down, I ran a hot bath and just sat there for hours. Being a woman of faith, I took that time to talk with God.   I poured out my heart and soul.  I cried, I prayed, I pleaded, I begged, and cried some more.  I ended that prayer with one simple request...Please God, let me have just one child.

After that day, I felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders.  I was laughing, joking, I was my old self again.  And best of all, I had finally come to peace with my doctor's diagnosis.  Hubby and everyone around us, noticed the difference.  I was happy!

Toward the end of March, I came down with a terrible stomach flu.  I went to see my family doctor and told him how I was feeling.  After examining me, he asked if I thought I was pregnant.  I literally laughed out loud, and explained that I couldn't get pregnant.  He decided to run some blood tests anyway and would call me with the results.

April 1st, 1997, the phone rang early in the morning.  It was my family doctor with my test results, "You're pregnant!"   I accused the doctor of being mean.  Really!  He had been my doctor since I was 13 years old, but I didn't think it appropriate for him to play an April's Fools joke on me.  But he wasn't joking!  I was pregnant. 

How in the heck did that happen? Okay, I know how it happened, but how was it possible?  My doctor recommended an OB/GYN.  He called her personally and asked that she see me immediately.

My new OB/GYN was wonderful.  My doctor had explained my situation to her.  She examined me, ran tests and said "We're going to bring this baby to term!  And after that, you can have all the babies you want!"  She ordered complete bed rest for 4 months and tons of vitamins.  I was excited, yet apprehensive, which was understandable.  To say that the weeks leading up to my 3rd month were angst ridden is an understatement. The dreaded 12th week passed without any problems, as did the remainder of my pregnancy.

On December 10, 1997, I gave birth to the most precious little girl, Hope Nicole Limon...my lil' miracle!  I look at her now, and am still so thankful to have been blessed with such a beautiful child. Yesterday, we celebrated her 12th birthday and the miracle that she is!


26 comments

  1. Thank you Leslie for sharing such a lovely story of your beloved daughters entry to this world.
    Saludos,
    Francisco

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  2. Yes, Leslie, I thank God that miracles do happen. Thank you for sharing this story with us. It is truly inspirational and please give my best wishes to your lovely daughter for a long, fruitful, and happy life.

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  3. Leslie, she's so beautiful and well worth waiting for. Thank you for sharing your story.

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  4. Leslie, that was a wonderful story! I believe that God takes us through such experiences with a purpose. It put a smile on my face to read about the reward given after finding contentment and acceptance of what at first felt like devastation. We are always shaped into better people when we allow this, and in your case, rewarded with a beautiful daughter.

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  5. Thanks for the very real post --- it touched me on this sparkling cold day here in Ohio.

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  6. What a beautiful post and story. Bless you and your family.

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  7. Well you made me cry, this was so well writen and knowing you and Hope just made it touch me so much more. Tell her happy birthday from our family.

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  8. What a wonderful testimony of faith! Just more things we have in common, my oldest, a girl too, just turned 12 last month.

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  9. what a beautiful post. you have a very beautiful little girl! :) Thanks for sharing!

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  10. Congratulations for overcoming these difficult times and your 4 kidds. We too had dificulty having children. Finally we adopted twins and now we are enjoying their adolecent years, it's just a "little difficult" but a much richier life. Carlos.

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  11. Happy belated birthday, she is so pretty. I am so happy that you were able to have children. My grandmother was never able to have children and she was so hurt. She had a miscarriage, she did not tell me until about 7 years ago, and she really never tried again. Now, she says that she was glad she adopted my mom and then she got to raise me also.

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  12. that is such a SWEET story! I hope she knows how much she was wanted! It sounds like Samuel from the bible, when His mom prayed and asked God for a child. Then God blessed her and gave her many children. That is sweet.

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  13. Beautiful Post. Great blog Leslie. As one who was told she could never have children this touched me. And yes...Miracles do happen...I have 4 living walking talking miracles in my life too

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  14. That is such a sweet story, a friend of mine just lost her baby on Friday and she was 5 months. It is a co-worker and it hit us all so hard. It is so very sad. But I guess everything happens for a reason and sometimes it is a blessing!

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  15. Leslie: I'm so sorry you suffered, but happy that God granted you a miracle after all! Thanks so much for sharing such a personal story.

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  16. what a lovely and touching story may your happiness and faith continue growing!

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  17. What a wonderful post! How DARE your first OBGYN tell you to give up after 2 pregnancies! Millions of women have miscarriages. I have a friend who had 4. She also has 3 beautiful children all 6 years apart. And they are perfect and just what God wanted her to have. It seems like the best miracles always come when we stop trying to do things ourselves and just give it to God. Good for you :)
    Stopping by from SITS!! Congrats on your big day!

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  18. she is beautiful and a living testament to your faith!

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  19. Happy SITS day! and I enjoyed reading your heartfelt story about motherhood. God is good all the time.

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  20. What a beautiful daughter you have! I'm so glad you were able to get a better OB/GYN.

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  21. Heartbreaking yet also beautiful and uplifting. What a precious gem she is!

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  22. This is a wonderful, beautiful post! I love your expression of care, concern, faith and hope. Thank you!
    -CK

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  23. This is such a beautiful story. I'm so glad that you got your little miracle and that the doctors helped her to find her way to you. God is most definitely amazing! Thanks so much for sharing this story. I know there are a lot of mothers out there who can relate to your loss and the miracle of your beautiful daughter Hope. <3

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