Yesterday was very hard. Very hard. I am still trying to grasp a lot of what we were told. The news wasn’t good, the news wasn’t ideal. But there is one thing I know for certain, one thing I will hold on to with every ounce of my being:
My God is bigger. My God is stronger. If His will is to bring this little girl into this world, it will happen. No matter what.
Those could be the only words I write today and that would be enough.
My faith doesn’t rest in my medical doctor, my faith rests in God alone.
We were told yesterday, after being sent to a different specialist for an ultrasound, that Marin is measuring smaller than they would like.
They also told us that I don’t have enough amniotic fluid to help guarantee the life and growth our little girl.
Our God is bigger.
Our God is stronger.
The hard part with this situation is that there isn’t anything I could have done differently and there isn’t much I can do moving forward. We have another appointment set for the first of October with the specialist. For now, the only thing I can do is guzzle water like it’s going out of style.
Prayer can change things. God can cause our little girl to grow big and strong. God can cause my amniotic fluid to increase to a point where it is safe and healthy.
If you are of the praying kind, please pray with us.
I want nothing more than to meet our little, healthy girl in February.
