The Worry Wart

When my doctor told me that I would have to have a c-section I immediately, and magically, turned into a worry wart. I watched videos (not recommended), read mommy blogs, asked my mom and my friends about their c-section experiences, etc. Sleep never came easy and my brain seemed to never stray far from the thought of a c-section. I tried to look on the bright side...but I just couldn't. I didn't want a c-section...and so I did what every grown woman should do...I pouted :)

*Side Note: It is not a pretty sight nor is it productive to pout...*

I pouted for about a week or so...then I got a grip and just started praying. I prayed that my baby would be happy and healthy and beautiful. I told the Lord that I didn't care anymore how he got here I just wanted him here safely. If I had to have a c-section then so be it. 

I had an ultrasound yesterday to determine (once and for all) where that crazy placenta was.

*Another side note: If you haven't read the other blogs...my placenta is stubborn. It has not moved one bit over the past 7 1/2 months*

And wouldn't you know...IT MOVED!!!!! It is completely out of the way. In two weeks...the impossible happened.

How good is our God?

I keep a journal for Eddie. I share with him my excitement, my joy, my pregnancy experience (the boy version), and lessons I have learned along the way. I tell him about his family and my friends and our God. Today my lesson was simple:

"Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you."

1 Peter 5:7 

Even when things feel impossible..."with God all things are possible." (Matt. 19:26)  I want him to know that the Lord is always in control. Even when we don't feel like He is even there, He is always watching our back. He is the ultimate parent.

So, dear friends, there is no need to be worry warts. Warts are not pretty, productive or necessary. Our Daddy always takes care of us.


Blessings