I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was driving to work in the morning, when I received a call on my cell phone. The day before I had visited my OB/GYN and they were calling me to give me my pregnancy test screening results—I was 10 weeks pregnant. “Your test results came back abnormal,” said the nurse. My heart immediately sank. “What do you mean it came back abnormal,” I said. She then progressed to tell me that I had a 1 in 34 chance of having a baby with Down Syndrome. Typically anything 1 in 310 is cause for concern. Although I was 28 years old and healthy, being that my sister was born with a learning disability, this was always a concern of mine when I became pregnant. I tried to hold it together while I was on the call with the nurse, but immediately after I hung up, I broke down in tears. I cried like I had never cried before. I called my husband to tell him the results and he knew exactly what to say. “Who is in charge,” he immediately said. “God is in charge.” He reminded me that whatever happened, God had bigger plans. That afternoon, when I came back from work, we both prayed. We prayed that everything would be all right and inside of me was growing a healthy baby boy.
My doctor suggested I get a CVS screening test (Chorionic Villus Sampling), since I wasn’t far along enough to get an amniocentesis test, which is typically conducted between the 15th and 20th week of your pregnancy. The CVS screening is used to detect birth defects, genetic diseases and other problems during pregnancy. The day of our appointment I felt calm, although I was dreading having a needle poked inside my stomach. My husband came along and we were asked to step inside an office. “Why are you here,” asked the lady who was going to perform the CVS test. I told her my test screening results came back abnormal for Down Syndrome and my doctor recommended I get the CVS test. “We have your test results here and it seems they made a mistake,” she said. My results for Down Syndrome were actually 1 in 870 and not 1 in 34. My husband and I both looked at each other and couldn’t help but cry with joy. “So everything is normal,” I said. “Yes,” she responded. Whether it was mistake, or perhaps the big man upstairs looking down at us—we were so thankful our baby boy was healthy.
I wanted to share this story because many times we might be faced with adversities, bad news or roadblocks along the way. But it’s important to never lose faith. For me, it was important to not forget who was in charge. You simply learn to drive around those roadblocks. Whatever the results would have been, I know I would have loved my son either way. On January 6, 2013, my husband and I welcomed a healthy baby boy.
How do you find encouragement during difficult times?