Embrace the Journey

My journey started in January 2008 when I found out I was pregnant. At this point I had three kids ages 15, 10, and 7. I had lost 60lbs with lots of hard work and exercise, and I  was getting ready to start my Roller Derby career. Not only did I have a full life, I just turned 40, and had a grand celebration party in December given by my husband and friends. I won’t lie I had to adjust to the idea of being pregant, although excited for the new little one that the Lord would bring into our lives. I had a plan for my life, and I thought it was a pretty good one. The Lord had other plans . This pregnancy wasn’t like any other. I was terribly sick with high blood pressure, water retention, and appointment after appointment.  Of course my age was a risk and I was warned with several different senerios of what could take place. My husband and myself believed that whatever God was creating in my womb, was what it was supposed to be. I believed and had a peace that everything was fine with my little baby, my gift from God. So my journey began. I was  on a path where things looked pretty good to me, a path where I was somewhat familiar with, although a little rusty and older.On Aug 12thI had the biggest detour I had ever faced. I was having my baby one month early, and I was scared. I was admitted to the hospital after a questionable stress test, and told I would be having a c-section at 7 in the morning. I had the c-section in the morning with Robert, (my husband) , my three children, my mom and dad, and my closest friends there by my side. Micah Mitchell was born that morning and they said he was small but all is well. I asked the nurse in recovery again if everything was fine and she said yes, he is just in Nicu due to being premature. Everyone was so relieved and went home to let me rest. The detour wasn’t so bad after all I thought, all is well and I feel so much better not pregnant. Then without any warning, the path stopped, the detour signs were gone and darkness filled the sky as I was faced with 4 hospital personnel looking at me at the end of my hospital bed. The news the Dr. spoke pierced through the hospital air like a arrow headed straight for my heart. It hit and took my breath away. YOUR  son has Down Syndrome.  So, my journey continues, its just not the journey I planned for. Does it mean that it won’t be a good one? Does it mean I will be lost forever? NO, I’m making my way on the path with the help of the greatest guide ever. The only guide who will actually pick you up and carry you when your lost… Jesus Christ. I’m on a journey, but I’m not alone. I think he is bringing me on a better path, one I would have never chosen to take, but one that is more beautiful than the path I was on. I’m not lost, I’m just taking my time.