“Oh magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together!”
On July 22, during a 20-week ultrasound, we learned something was terribly wrong with our baby. A week later, a specialist told us our baby has zero chance of survival after birth. We are still waiting on bloodwork to show if we are looking at Trisomy or something else. There are abnormalities with our baby’s heart and other organs, and the head is full of fluid, where little or no brain has developed. We believe God isn’t finished with this story yet, and we will praise Him no matter the outcome.
August 7, 2014
I got the phone call yesterday morning.
Maria, my doctor’s nurse was on the other end of the line and I knew she was calling to give me the results of the panorama blood work we’d had done almost two weeks earlier.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I said, leaning on the kitchen counter, picking at crumbs.
“I wanted him to be wrong,” she started…
The results showed “high risk for Trisomy 13” and the blow wasn’t so bad. I told her it was okay, I understood, and she let me know that she would always be thinking of me and that at every appointment I could call her as soon as I was in the parking garage and she would get a room ready for me and let me come straight to the back without having to sign in or wait in the usual area.
Before I hung up, I asked, “What about the gender?”
“Female!” she said.
I was stunned. Really stunned. I had been so sure – 100% sure – I was having a boy. I had told all the kids weeks earlier that if I was right, Daddy was going to buy me a sno-cone, and if I was wrong, I would buy them all ice cream cones.
Here we are having a GIRL. This little one continues to surprise us.
The tears came a moment after I hung up the phone. Happy tears for my little girl… sad tears for a “diagnosis”…
I stepped outside the laundry room and sat in the sun on the back steps and texted Jeff, “I owe all the kids ice cream cones!!! :0”
A few minutes later I dried my tears and went back inside and told the kids the news. The girls cheered and Christopher offered a half-smile.
And four-year-old Carson wailed.
He’s already started praying that God would send us a baby brother. Bless him.
Yesterday evening we took the kids to Dairy Queen to pay my debt – and to celebrate. Some wise friends have encouraged us to really celebrate this little one’s life while she is with us, for however long she is with us– and make some good memories.
After all the kids were in bed, Jeff and I sat and talked about the names we had been thinking and praying about. And we named our daughter.
Rebecca Faith Hosanna Hazleton
(Yes, we are those people who give their kids long names… that’s a story for another time.)
Rebecca has a few meanings…. one is “captivating”. This was special to me because t13 babies are often born with facial abnormalities. But God has made her beautiful.
Rebecca also means “a cord tied tightly”…. Interestingly, my childhood friend Becca messaged me yesterday and said she was praying that “our rope would be tied as tightly as possible to the One who is the strongest.”
The middle name Faith is pretty obvious.
Hosanna, in Hebrew means “rescue/deliver us”… in the New Testament it is used as an expression meaning “praise God!”
So, if you string that all together, the meaning of our daughter’s name is “tied tightly in faith to the One who rescues, and we will praise Him”
I think her name is pretty fitting, don’t you?