“Mommy, how did you and Daddy know I was a girl before I was born?”
I will never forget Abby Mae’s reaction after I explained that an ultrasound tech had positioned a gooey camera in just the right place to make the prediction. Her mouth fell open with a gasp.
“You and Daddy let that lady do what?!!!”
I giggled and nodded.
Hands-on-hips, she said, “You and Daddy were peeking at my privates?”
I nodded again, still smiling.
“Mommy,” Abby scolded, “you should have knocked first!”
Maybe. Truth be told, we were grateful the tech got a clear shot and made the right call.
We didn’t need any more surprises.
This was the visit in which we discovered that Abby had a severe heart defect, the visit in which memories of John’s irregular ultrasound flooded my mind, the visit in which the doctor tried to steer me toward aborting my baby.
This was also the office in which Jesus stood near.
He was there the instant I realized Abby’s ultrasound tech teared up. He was there reminding me that John was alive and well. He was there when I told the doctor abortion was not an option.
I already loved my baby.
Even though the ultrasound revealed the immense challenges my little one faced, I was grateful for this incredible opportunity, a precious glimpse into the secret and beautiful place where God knits together a tiny soul.
I wish every mother could have a sneak peek. So does a wonderful organization called Save the Storks. Their buses bring ultrasound and counseling resources directly to abortion-vulnerable women with the hope that upon hearing the heartbeat and seeing the image of their child, mothers would choose life and receive encouragement and support throughout their pregnancy.
O God, may many children be saved through the ministry of Save the Storks! May many mothers find You through the love and grace of every person who comes along side them to welcome their babies into the world. And may we all never cease to marvel at the miraculous way You place each life made in Your image into the womb.