So I have been pretty paranoid lately about my pregnancy. Two good friends who were due close to me miscarried just before 12 weeks. I'm 21 weeks now so I should feel safer, but I don't really. I have a relative and another friend who have lots their babies late in their pregnancies and have had to deliver stillborns. That is haunting me.
I know, I know, I shouldn't be worrying or whatever, but I can't get over it. Ever we decided on a name, which is Cora by the way, we have been talking about her and the boys (mostly Ryan) prays for her all the time. I already love her and want her to be a part of our family but I just keep worrying that she's going to be taken away from me.
This morning, though, I received a tender mercy from my Father in Heaven. I have been feeling her move for a few weeks, but not all day. Yesterday I felt her around 4pm and so when I woke up this morning I waited and couldn't feel anything. I started to panic a little. I tried to do my regular stuff, breakfast, dishes, start laundry, straighten up, then sit down and check my email. So by then, a few hours after I woke up, I sat her waiting and praying that I would feel Cora move.
I have a doctors appointment this afternoon so I started thinking of senarios of finding out she was gone or what I would do without Silas with me (since he's watching the boys) and how I wouldn't want to talk to anyone, etc.
Finally I laid on my bed, on my tummy and prayed, begging Heavenly Father for me to feel Cora more and almost immediately, there was a small kick.
I cried and said "Thank you" out loud a few times. I have a testimony that the Lord knows us all individually, but this reminded me that no matter how maybe children He has, He knows me. He knew that I needed to know my baby was OK and my prayer was answered.
I am so thankful for my blessings.