His Peace

This morning, BB had a routine medical appointment.  As we were having our breakfast at the hospital foodcourt, enjoying my time with Baby, BB and Hubby (Junior was at school), I became aware that exactly a year ago, I was at this very same hospital, and not quite so happy.  I was 29 weeks pregnant and on the way to a work meeting, when I discovered that I was bleeding heavily.  I was rushed to the hospital.

The doctor in her usual soothing manner did her best to calm me, while explaining the seriousness of the situation.  She spoke about trying to keep Baby in for as long as possible, but that they might have to take him out if the situation did not improve.  I remember her words very clearly, "If baby has to come out now, he has a very reasonable chance of survival."  While I was relieved that baby was OK at that point, I was suddenly aware that we might lose him.  Which mother wants only a reasonable chance that her baby would survive?  And my tears flowed.

Fast forward a year later.  I thank God everyday that he kept Baby safe.  The weeks that followed my hospitalisation were full of fear and anxiety as we faced many issues with the pregnancy.  But God was always there.  Always showing us that He would lead the way, if we would only trust Him.  It was a faith journey.  With Baby I think God has been challenging me to allow His peace to enter my anxious heart.  I am still journeying.  But today, I just want to give Him thanks and praise for giving me this "Peace" Baby.