About a week ago, Adam and I headed to DC for the annual Chick-fil-A Seminar. It was a pretty amazing experience, as usual. We got to hear from both Bill Hybels and Andy Stanley; both transformed my way of thinking in different ways. We also got to hear from Dr. Charles Carter, as we do every year. He talked about gratitude, which is a familiar topic, but seemed to have implications in my life that I was unaware of at the time (I will address this later). After Seminar, Adam and I decided to stay in DC to be tourists for a couple of days as well as see my brother and sister. But let me rewind.
So, I found out a couple of weeks ago that I was pregnant. I had so much excitement and fear. Blood work was required for me since I had an ectopic last summer. So, while I was in DC, I got a phone call from my doctor that my blood counts aren't what they wanted to see and I needed to get some more blood work done ASAP. I literally think my heart-stopped. I was on a boat on the Potomac and I couldn't even do anything. I immediately began to pray and text two of my friends to pray for me. I got back to the hotel and freaked out (I can usually control my emotions...this time I couldn't). So, I get blood work done the next day and then I just have to wait. Wait, wait , wait. Sweet Adam coached me through things so it wouldn't ruin our trip to DC. He reminded me that all I could do is pray; other than that, there is nothing I could do. He was right. The whole trip, I never heard anything. We had a great trip and looking back, I see the Lord protecting us. So, the night we got back home, I started to bleed a little bit. Everyone who knows anything about being pregnant, knows this is no good. The crazy part about this is that at this point, I still don't have the results of my blood work back. I called the on-call doctor, she said to wait until Monday. Adam and I didn't feel good about that as it was Saturday night. So, we called Dr. Martin to ask his thoughts. He thought we should head in to the doctor so we can make sure nothing happens to my good tube. Since it was close to midnight, we decided to go to sleep and then wake up in the morning and go to the ER. We did. After lots of tests, we found out that it was another ectopic pregnancy. It implanted in my right ovary (my right tube was previously removed). The doctor has no idea how it got there. Everything about it is so bizarre. Anyway, I had surgery Sunday night to remove a tiny remaining piece of my right tube and my right ovary. And so, in the midst of my circumstances, I've been thinking about what I'm super-grateful for:
- Harrison: my sweet boy who is happy and healthy
- My mom and mother-in-law, who jumped in their cars to come up to take care of Harrison and me (and help Adam out too).
- Being in SC: I don't know what we would've done if we were still in Colorado
- Allison, Ashley, & Tiffany: for lifting me up in prayer and being a warrior for me when I felt super weak
- Dr. Martin: for letting Adam bother you with all sorts of questions and giving us some great guidance
- Left Tube: for still working
- Adam: words cannot express my gratitude for my husband who has put himself aside for me; I'm continually in awe of the way he loves me
- For My Savior: my hope and strength in my Lord; so thankful for the promises He gives me; without my hope in the Lord, I don't know what I'd be doing now