Our Birth Story

If you’ve kept up with our journey to fertility, you know that this journey has grown us in ways that we never imagined. It’s stretched and shaped the way we see and relate to the Lord. For me, personally, it has challenged how I believed God would/could bless our family with new life. This chapter of our lives, from the process of IVF to walking through this pregnancy has been a testament of the faithfulness of God. Not because it was void of barriers, roadblocks, doubts, or stumbles. But because each corner we turned proved to hold more of God’s goodness for whatever may have been standing in our way. We met God in new ways through this decision and I should have known that it was preparing us for when we would need to use what we learned in the process.

That day came when my doctor called late in the evening after reading the results of my most recent ultrasound. When my phone rung, my heart sunk. What was wrong? Why was he calling? When I answered the phone, I felt like my world was falling apart. Every lie that the enemy had ever thrown at me seemed to build a wall as he spoke. “I don’t like the results of the ultrasound, so we need to go ahead and deliver the baby”. I sat on the phone in silence for so long that he added “this is not a dream, we will deliver the baby via c-section either tomorrow or the next day. I don’t want the baby staying in utero much longer”. I was devastated. Continuing to stay in my womb was more dangerous than our baby being born 3 weeks early. My mind was racing about what this meant, what would it mean for our child in the future. A flood of emotions took over and I just wept.

This is the part where I tell you how important it is to seek the Lord for direction in EVERY season of your life. A few weeks ago, I strongly sensed the Lord was calling me to a deep fast. I knew God wasn’t after the things I was going to abstain from during this time, He was after my focus for the near future. Because God knows the end of things from the beginning, He knew I would need to kill my flesh to stay focused on Him an His words for our child’s birth.

Proverbs 16:9 The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.

The morning of our child’s birth was a beautiful time of worship, prayer, and peace. We checked in, my vitals were good, and I was ready to go. My husband joined me in the operating room and our lives changed forever. Most of you know that we elected to wait to find out the gender of our little one, until birth, and I’m so glad we did. My husband had the honor of announcing “IT’S A GIRL” to the entire room and I think my heart exploded in the moment I saw her sweet little face and heard her big cry.

We all headed into the recovery room for a little bonding before we went on to the room we would spend the rest of our hospital time in. I was experiencing my own little slice of Heaven with our new bundle of joy. As the day went on, the hospital staff continued to ensure we were both comfortable and healing properly. But there were some concerns with her blood sugar. By the next morning, a decision was made to move her to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. The beautiful little girl that had just came into the world needed a little bit of help. Our family spent the next week going to visit her, feeding her, putting her sleep, starting life with her even though she couldn’t come home with us.

Friends, this was probably the hardest experience of my life, to date. But as bad as I wanted her home, I wanted her whole. On day 3 of her being in the NICU, I could hear the Lord teaching me. “Just because I made you the promise doesn’t mean that there will not be a process. Don’t be so anxious to leave a season that you leave it unhealthy”. Our daughter needed some support until she could do some things on her own, but she also had to partner with the support to be successful.

How many times have we missed out on the work of the Lord in our lives because we aren’t willing participants in what He chooses to use to support us through our tough seasons. As her mother, I also had to partner with her care (physically, emotionally, and spiritually). When her care team would give me an update on her condition, I began to declare the word of the Lord over her. I didn’t agree with anything that was contrary to the truth of God’s word about her. The progress that she made, in the time that it was made, had some in awe.

She joined our family at home after a week in the NICU, but that week was a week where we could physically see and feel God’s strength being perfected in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). We need all of the power of the Helper, the Wonderful Counselor in those waiting rooms. We needed His grace to bring her home just like we needed it to conceive her.

We grew through all of this and now that we are on the other side, with dirty diapers, 3am feedings, etc., I am grateful for God trusting us with our portion no matter how hard it is. Our promise is worth every challenge we’ve faced. Holding the Lord’s fulfilled promise in my arms is a reminder that He is always faithful, even in the difficulties. Our birth story is proof of that.

With All My Love,
Mrs. Truscott