On May 1st, I had my follow-up appointment at the OB/GYN. As I entered the office waiting room the only ones there was a father with his toddler and newborn son. In came his wife with two nurses who just googooed over him. Oh, I was ready to run out crying. This was supposed to be my time to come show off my newborn. However, I knew this was not in God’s plan. Joey had said that he was sad that he would not get to see Curtis grow up and spend time with him, but he was okay with it because he was comforted by knowing that was never God’s plan for Curtis. Those two hours of his life was all that it was supposed to be. Praise the Lord I had a good checkup, good news finally. I was healthy and when offered medicine for depression I was able to turn it down. I did not need it, I really was not depressed. I had experienced the peace that passeth all understanding, that only my loving God could supply.
As time goes by, it is still hard for me to see a mother with her newborn and I never know what will cause me to cry, but that’s okay. Psalm 94:19 says, “In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.” I know his life was worth it and I’m honored to be his mom. I’ve placed my faith in Jesus Christ and I’m assured that one day when I die I will go to heaven and be reunited with my precious baby boy.
The story of our beloved infant son.
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