All Things New

In February 2012, after 18 months of trying to start our family, I was told I had at least stage 3 (of 4) endometriosis, a condition that affects women during the reproductive years and often causes infertility.  Moderate endometriosis is associated with a 2% or less chance of natural pregnancy each month (compared with 20% in the general population) and up to a 50% chance of miscarriage if pregnancy does occur (compared with 10% in the general population).

The prior summer I had been diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), a common hormonal disorder that also often causes infertility.  Like endometriosis, it is also associated with a sharply reduced chance of pregnancy and increased chance of miscarriage.

That was the reality of my health, of our hope for a family.

Our prayer turned from praying for a baby to praying for healing.  It was the middle of Lent and our church happened to be doing a sermon series on healing, so we asked several friends at church to join us in our prayer too.

On March 30, 2012 we found out we were pregnant with Beckett.  I had a perfect pregnancy and gave birth to a stunningly beautiful and very healthy baby boy on December 8, 2012.  I joyfully nursed him for 16 months with no problems whatsoever (women with PCOS are at a greater risk for insufficient milk supply, which impedes successful breastfeeding).  On March 25, 2014 we found out we were pregnant with baby #2. 

That is the reality of God’s power.  When He heals, He doesn’t just put a band aid on it.  He makes all things new.

I was even still nursing Beckett when we got pregnant with our newest addition.  This body, that seemed to be the source of one let down after another, was made new.  Carrying Beckett was the greatest privilege of my life.  And now to get to do it again?  I don’t even have the words.  And two babies in two years?  My wildest dream—a small house full of babies—has come true.  All glory to God.