An Alpha-fetoprotein test indicated there might be a problem with my unborn baby’s health.
The good news was that this particular blood test often showed false positives.
The bad news was that the test could be right.
I thought I was the kind of person who’d need to find out if my baby was healthy. I figured I’d have an amniocentesis done and within two weeks, I’d know.
My husband and I went for genetic counseling, a requirement before amniocentesis was preformed at the time, and we learned that our chances for having a sick child were exactly equal to the chance of me having a miscarriage due to the procedure.
Five months in, my stomach the size of a soccer ball, I was already attached to my unborn baby. Wanting it, I decided at the last minute that I could live with whatever my higher power had in store for me but that I couldn’t live with a miscarriage that was my own doing.
The rabbi encouraged me to pray with all my heart as if anything could happen but believe, simultaneously, that everything was going to be okay.
I spent the next twenty weeks of my pregnancy not knowing.
Thankfully, the baby was healthy.
Looking back, I don’t how I did that.
Wow and just to think if you aborted that baby !!! Keep theFAITH !!!
It’s amazing how strong we all become when put to the test. We pray not to be tested, but when we are, a new layer of maturity and wisdom are added to our characters. Keep writing and sharing