In the months leading up to our pregnancy, we knew something big was coming.  The Lord had spoken to both of our hearts and we knew we were in the midst of the blessing we had been praying for.  When?  How? Those were questions I asked myself a thousand times.  My daily affirmations included scripture reminding me of what the bible says about faith, increase, and never giving up.  I needed those reminders daily, and I had to remain prayerful to keep myself from drifting into sadness and doubt. You can literally make yourself sick and that was not where I wanted to be.  In the days leading up to our IUI procedure, I took a variety of drugs at the direction of my doctor.  The day before the procedure, I was surrounded by a home of family/friends all praying with and for us, and wishing us success.  I remained calm, hopeful and positive.  This was our time and our year.    The procedure went on without a hitch and all we could do was wait.  What’s 2 weeks when we’ve been waiting years?  And who are we to rush God when he is working his miracle?  The signs were everywhere… words from friends/family, dreams, and peace that I felt in my heart.  THIS was IT.  Results morning, and I went in for my test.  I was good at not testing at home in the days leading up to our results.  I even gave David all of my home pregnancy tests and made him swear to hide them from me!  I completed the blood test and went to work.  The plan was that the lab would call the doctor with the results and the nurse would call me with the news.  I prepared myself for good or bad.  Would I cry?  Would I fall on my knees and thank God for his blessings?  Would I leave early for the day and go home?  And if the news wasn’t favorable, I planned to suck it up and prepare for the next cycle, because God wasn’t finished with us yet.  Our miracle was coming.  


Hours passed… I called the doctor's office and left a voice message.  I even called the lab, and checked my online Labcorp account.  Unfortunately the lab doesn’t release the results online until the doctor has reviewed them, first.  So I had to wait.  David even called me wondering what was up, and I expressed my frustration that we hadn’t heard anything yet.  It was past noon and we needed to know, now! Lol, patient Monet had exited the building.  David said give me the number, I’ll call them myself.  He had a vacation day and was home relaxing, so I can only imagine how his mind raced with anticipation.  A short while later he told me he was running over to his grandma’s house but needed me to sign an important document for some business we were handling in Charlotte.  I had a brief break between meetings so agreed to meet him at the front of the school.  He pulled up and began to get out of the truck.  I thought to myself, what in the world is he doing?  Why is he getting out?  Doesn’t he know I need to sign these documents and get back into the school?  He walks up to me, kisses me and interrupts me mid sentence.  He smiles and says… “Christa (the doctor's nurse) called.  We’re pregnant.”  Rewind, rewind, rewind… what did he just say?!  I was in shock, I threw my hands up to the sky and I wrapped my arms around David in the biggest embrace and kiss.  I then stumbled on my words, gasped, inhaled, exhaled deeply, my mind was racing… I remember asking him to repeat what he said and tell me what happened?  How did he know?  When did they call him? I wanted EVERY detail, fact, and I wanted to feel like I was there when it all took place.  He explained that he was on his way to his grandparents’ home, when the doctors office called him back.  They did receive my earlier message, but just called David back because he was the last to call. My test results came in, and the blood work showed a positive pregnancy.  After many congratulations, she also stated that my levels were pretty high, possibly indicating a girl, and they wanted me to come in on that following Monday to confirm via ultrasound.  I think I hugged and kissed David a thousand times that day, but I didn’t shed a tear.  I was just happy, elated and my heart was so full.  I was not dreaming, this is really happening.  We then each reached for our phones and agreed to call our parents then and there.  He dialed his mother and I dialed my father. I could barely get my words out, I know my voice was 3 octaves higher than normal.  Keep in mind, we are still out front of the school during all of this.  A school that has front security cameras and I really don’t know what the office staff was thinking. They probably thought we just won the lottery, which we did… we’re so rich in blessings and in that moment we knew God remembered us.  He answered our prayers!  


I walked back in that school on cloud nine.  I was also shaking, I couldn’t keep calm.  I called my cousin, who had been on pins and needles all day and shared the news.  I had to keep a low and calm voice, but I wanted to scream.  We called our closest family and friends to share the news… I mean after all, going through a journey of this magnitude is not something you go through alone.  We had an arsenal of praying and hopeful family and friends in our circle who had been praying with and for us for years. And on that day, we all celebrated a victory unlike anything we’ve ever imagined.  It wasn’t a matter of IF this could happen, but WHEN this would happen, and we were so proud to share.  I never cried that day, in fact, my heart was so full that all I could do was smile.  I’m sure I was beaming and I know my walk had a little pep in it.  All the while God spoke to me and said, see?  I told you I had it all worked out.  And he surely did.  Years and years of praying could not prepare me for this feeling.  Bliss.  Elation.  Humbleness.  God remembered us, hallelujah!
 


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11/28/2016 7:28am

you have an amazing and interesting story i really appreciate your effort and thanks for the sharing such an awesome stuff with us because after reading this i believe now i didn't waste my time.

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12/03/2016 10:50am

Good things really come to those who wait. I really admire you and your husband for not losing hope. You are praying for a baby and God gave you three! He is really good. He gave you more than enough of what you were asking for. I'm sure you'll be a good mother to those three beautiful babies. Thanks for sharing this! I hope you'll write soon.

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04/11/2017 7:36am

Thank you for sharing this story with us. This experience would help me in future.

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    Born and raised in Buffalo, NY, Monet is a classically trained musician, with a love for children and education.  Upon entry into the University of Florida in 1999, she changed from a major in Music Education to a major in Communication Sciences and Disorders with aspirations to be a Speech-Language Pathologist.  She completed post-graduate work at The State University of New York - University at Buffalo (SUNY-UB) in 2005 with a Master's in Speech Pathology.  She then began her career in educationally-based Speech/Language therapy, working in Gainesville, FL; Charlotte, NC; and now Rockledge, FL.  Monet also works privately as a Pediatric Speech-Language Pathologist.  
    Monet's inspiration for writing began with a dream in writing a music appreciation book geared at children, and was further inspired by her journey towards motherhood.  She and David hope you enjoy their blog, and that it will inspire other women, of all races and ethnicities to seek help if needed in their journey, and to not hide behind societal or social norms and influences. It is difficult to speak up and out about personal matters, but its easier when you have a team of family and friends on your side to support you along the way.  Many blessings and please comment throughout the posts.  

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