She is His...

Wednesday night Elsie Love decided to give us a little scare.


She has been quite the little kicker for the last month. I love feeling her summersault, kick, and respond to my touch. Jeremy has gotten to feel her move a lot, and my Mom got to feel her move last weekend for the first time! So, when I didn't feel any movement for three days, I started to wonder if everything was alright. 


I tried not to worry, and trust that she was just resting, but three days is a long time. So I did everything they tell you to do to try and get baby moving: drinking cold orange juice, laying on your left side, rubbing your belly, etc.... and still no movement. I called the physician on call, who said that it was probably best to go to the hospital to check for a heartbeat. Not what you want to hear as a Mama. I hung up the phone, trying not to burst into tears and take on fear.... but I felt like my brain kicked into protective mode, and I just wanted to make sure my baby was ok. Jeremy picked me up, and we headed over to Cottage. 


First of all, let me tell you what an amazing husband I have. He is my rock. His steadfast calm soothes my fear, He immediately prays over our daughter, and is by my side. Also, one of our nurses was a friend from church who also immediately started praying over our baby. They used a doppler, and started looking for a heartbeat, but Elsie was hiding, so it took a while to find. Man, do those minutes feel like forever when you're waiting! They finally found it, and tracked her heart and movement for over a half an hour... and she is perfectly healthy. And, of course, started (for the first time in three days) kicking up a storm! We breathed in relief as we heard her beautiful little heartbeat, and her statement kicks were like medicine for my heart. Our nurse told us this must be telling us something of what she'll be like when she comes out... keeping us on the edge of our seat and loving being a mystery. 


As Jeremy and I were talking later that night, I was telling Him how I know that God's plan is the best. And how I can completely trust that. She is His. She is absolutely His. But, He can still take her. And the human part of me wants to hang on as tight as I can. It was so good for me to lay her on the altar, and give my daughter completely to Jesus, trusting and knowing that His plan truly is the best, whatever it may be. Now while she's in my womb, and for the rest of her life, she is Jesus'. It's so good for me to remember to surrender it all, every day. He is so worthy of it. And with hearts of thanksgiving we praise Him for keeping our daughter perfectly healthy, and growing strong and beautiful. 


What a glorious God He is. The heart of a Father more than I can even wrap my head around. 

"Yet you, LORD, are our Father. 

   We are the clay, you are the potter; 

   we are all the work of your hand."

Isaiah 64:8