At the beginning of November of two thousand I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Later the doctor confirmed I was indeed pregnant. This was my fourth pregnancy and more difficult than the others. I was more tired, vomited more often, everything seemed to be exaggerated. I concluded that it was because I had three young daughters at home and the youngest still in diapers. Speaking of diapers I learned a great lesson in never taking anything for granted, even changing diapers.
When the time came to schedule the ultrasound I was asked, “Are you having twins?” I said it was a single pregnancy. The day of the ultrasound arrived. I was five months pregnant. I was lying on the bed and the ultrasound technician started the ultrasound and asked a question. I thought she asked if I was having twins. I said no and I thought to myself, I wonder why she would ask because I already said I am not having twins when I made the appointment.
The technician actually said, “You are having twins!” I asked if she was serious. She then proceeded to show me two babies on the screen. We found that the twin babies were girls. I had always wanted twin identical girls. Of course it was not until after they were born that we found they were identical.
The tears flowed. I lay there and just bawled. I felt Heavenly Fathers love for me in such abundance. I was thrilled that He would bless me so much.
Just four very short weeks past and I became worried over some symptoms that do not usually occur until labor or right before labor. So I went to see my doctor. My doctor was worried too because I was in labor. I was put on very strict bed rest and with medication to slow labor down. I was twenty four weeks along.
He set up a home monitoring system to record how many contractions I had in an hour. Twice a day I tested. Four times my contractions were too many for one hour and I was told to get checked at the hospital. Three times my medication was increased, the forth time I had to stay until I gave birth.
My parents had our three daughters, Hillary, Kymberleen and Kallee, live with them while I was on bed rest. Their dad worked many hours and could not afford to take time off. There was no choice. I missed my girls so much. I even missed changing Kallee’s diapers. Mother’s tasks are cherished even when we don’t know it. Our ward brought meals three days a week for their dad and I. I am grateful for those sweet women.
I said prayers continually on behalf of my twin babies. I received priesthood blessings. Family and ward members said prayers for the babies. Countless prayers were given to Heavenly Father for the health of the twin daughters in my womb and a safe and timely delivery. I know that they were meant to be. I lay in bed for ten weeks for them, the last week at the hospital. They are so worth it. At the end of ten weeks I gave birth to two healthy girls, Kindsey and Kendree.
The girls were born five and a half weeks early and they could have been born at twenty four weeks. Heavenly Father blessed us so. They didn’t even need the special care nursery. I brought Kindsey and Kendree home two days later. They were blessed through the power of prayer.
I think I love the girls more because of the sacrifices I made. I also grew spiritually. On bed rest I read the scriptures and books on gospel principles. I grew close to Heavenly Father through prayer and pondering. It was quiet in the home during the day. It gave me the opportunity to feel peace. I did not even feel like it was a burden or boring to be in bed all day. I was comforted by knowing the twins could be born at a healthier time by being on bed rest.
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