Update --- November 7 (12:30 a.m.)
Post date: Nov 7, 2010 5:30:45 AM
Today has been a "roller coaster" day for us. First thing this morning it looked like contractions had all but stopped. Then they suddenly began again. This evening the doctor told us that it looked like Julia had gone 2.5 hours without a contraction and she might get moved out of labor & delivery tomorrow, then 30 minutes later they discovered she was dilated to 6 cm as labor progressed and the membrane was looking dangerously close to breaking.
As of right now, the doctors say the baby could come any hour, or sometime Sunday. We are at 26 weeks today.
Honestly, we are scared. I guess that is to be expected. It all just feels so helpless and unknown for us right now. When will our little boy arrive? Will he be okay this premature? What developmental problems will he have since he is coming 14 weeks early? We can't know the answers to any of these questions.
But we are trusting God. He has been so faithful to us. He has guided us every step of the way and has always been faithful. We are experiencing His presence, and we are experiencing the love of His people. We can't begin to express how much it has meant to us to have such an outpouring of prayers and support.
As I think about all that is going on, a 1774 William Cowper hymn (redone by Sovereign Grace ministries in recent years) keeps coming to mind and focusing my mind on God's goodness, even in these trials. Let me end tonight with it:
"GOD MOVES" - William Cowper / Re-released by Sovereign Grace Music
- God moves in a mysterious way
- His wonders to perform;
- He plants His footsteps in the sea
- And rides upon the storm.
- Deep in unfathomable mines
- Of never failing skill
- He treasures up His bright designs
- And works His sov’reign will.
- Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
- The clouds ye so much dread
- Are big with mercy and shall break
- In blessings on your head.
- Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
- But trust Him for His grace;
- Behind a frowning providence
- He hides a smiling face.
- His purposes will ripen fast,
- Unfolding every hour;
- The bud may have a bitter taste,
- But sweet will be the flow’r.
- Blind unbelief is sure to err
- And scan His work in vain;
- God is His own interpreter,
- And He will make it plain.
So God, we trust in you.
So God, we trust in you.
Though fears are great, and comforts few,
We hope in mercy ever true.
We trust in you.