After five years of marriage, many years ago, we decided to have a baby. I was pregnant the next month. Five years after I had my son, I wanted baby number two. That child never happened. After many doctor appointments and trying some pretty funny things to conceive, I found out I had a malfunctioning fallopian tube. Those little tentacles at the end of the tube looked like they had a severe case of arthritis. When did that happen and why, the doctor couldn't say. I personally believe having one child was probably a miracle. I learned a great deal about the female reproductive system in the three years of trying for baby number two. The main thing I learned is it's a very complicated system - so complicated not even the doctors are entirely sure of how it works. So every baby is a miracle, especially mine.
Two months ago, my daughter-in-law went to the hospital in labor after a carefree, healthy pregnancy. She
nearly died having my first grandchild. Years ago, both child and mother might not have lived. Miracles are easier to come by with a talented surgeon on your side.
My paternal grandmother was four feet nine inches tall. Her doctor told her she shouldn't have children. She was just too small. Granny gave birth to seven children in her own bed at home. Granny had seven miracles.
I am in awe of the miracle of life and birth. The joining of two to become one. The multiplication of cells that divide and specialize, grow in a liquid environment then burst into a world of air. Each one unique yet a combination of all that came before her. Truly a miracle!
