Miracles Do Happen....

I wanted to share with you my miracle story.  I know there are some who don't believe in God, but I do.  He is my rock and my strength. During my darkest hour He spoke to me.

I was diagnosed at the age of 16 with endometriosis as well as having multiple cysts. Endometriosis is massive scare tissue that builds up in the fallopian tubes, and all over the reproductive organs.  I was told I would never have children of my own, and when I was older to expect to adopt if I did want children.  I was surprised, and my heart was crushed.  I had always dreamed of having a family of my own one day.  I went home and prayed my heart out to God, and gave it to Him.  I told him I couldn't handle this, and I knew that He could.  He spoke to me as clearly as if He were standing next to me "I will give you a son.  You will be fine, but he will be born by Cesarean (C-Section)".

At the age of 26 I married the love of my life.  I became extremely sick and had to have yet another laparscopic surgery to remove scar tissue.  I had extreme amounts this time, much more than with the first surgery.  I recovered nicely, but the thought of having a family was ever present.

I had been feeling extremely bad and very fatigued, and was very uncomfortable.  I was urged to take a pregnancy test, so I did.  It was positive!  I just couldn't believe that it was positive.  I had been on birth control the entire time to manage my endometriosis.  Nine months later (January 2002), I had a son born by Cesarean.  Healthy and beautiful!  I remembered God's promise and sang His praises.  I finally had "my Sunshine" (what I call my son).

I had a few other laparscopic surgeries in between 2002-2005 to relieve the pain due to endometriosis.  That is when the doctor recommended no more children. The pain was great, and difficult to manage. My uterus had flipped almost upside down and attached itself to my abdominal wall. Again, I was faced with the fact I would have no more children. 

I had a dream that God told me to walk into the guest bedroom, and there in a white bassinet was a baby (the face was blurred out in my dream) with the name "Addie" written in script.  God said "I am going to bless you with a daughter".  I woke up with an indescribable feeling of peace.

A few weeks later I was laying on the couch and Jagger put his little head of my stomach (he was 3 at the time) and he gasped and said "I gotst a baby sister in there! I do! She's callin' me 'Bubby'!".  I looked at him and said, "no honey, you don't".  Little did I know I was pregnant.  God blessed me with baby number 2.  Our daughter was born October 2006 (4 weeks early and healthy).  I now had my 'Blue Sky'.  Oh, and she does call  her brother 'Bubby'!

I have learned to not doubt God.  He has always been there for me, talked to me, and shown me that He is able!  I will NOT give up hope for anything because He is my hope.  He knows my heart and helps me through life's storms.  The moral of this story is to NEVER give up hoping for your miracle!