I’ve been pregnant only once in my life, and I am so very thankful I have Kathryn to show for it. I loved every minute of being pregnant.
At a baby shower with two of my best friends:
Ever since I was a child, I’ve loved babies. I always knew I wanted to be a mother, but I spent years preventing pregnancy until I was “ready” to be a mother. Then came nearly two years of trying, hoping all those years of birth control hadn’t messed something up, hoping my family history of endometriosis wouldn’t cause infertility issues.
I knew I was pregnant from the day I conceived. Kathryn’s father and I had prayed that night; it’s one of the few times I remember praying with him about anything. Although I believe name-it-and-claim-it preaching is heresy, and that prayer is not some magic charm to get what you want, somehow I knew God had answered our prayer. The pregnancy test a few weeks later was simply a matter of confirming what I already knew. This is why Kathryn’s middle name is Faith.
Several years later, I was divorced and neither of us had learned the lesson I believe God was trying to teach us: the prayers of a husband and wife are powerful.
I had my one sweet daughter, and she was such a blessing.
I was “done” having children, and I was okay with that. I’d grown up as an only child, and didn’t feel I’d missed out on anything. When Ken and I decided to get married, I was rather relieved he’d had a vasectomy years before because I wouldn’t have to worry about birth control. But that was before God got hold of our hearts about this.
We are very pro-life, and we are enthusiastic proponents of adoption; we have often talked about how our work with nilmdts has made us appreciate all the more what a gift every child is; we celebrate friends’ babies… but we had taken the possibility of having more biological children out of God’s hands. We began to be convicted that we were not really living what we were professing to believe.
Ken and I had thought about doing a vasectomy reversal, and had even researched doctors. One of the two we’d narrowed it down to had performed a vasectomy reversal for some of our dear friends, and they had wonderful things to say about him, and a child to show for it. But even with that, we still weren’t sure.
We hemmed and hawed for years. God dealt with our stubbornness patiently but persistently, until we finally got the message loud and clear. Words from a visiting Austrian missionary named Wolfgang were the undeniable “YES” we needed to hear from God.
Just a few days after we’d made the decision to go ahead, we found out our state tax return would be enough to pay for the surgery and all our expenses. Another nod from God.
Ken called and scheduled the appointment, and we then worked out where the kids would stay and who would look after Lacy the WonderDog, because this would require a 600-mile (each way) road trip to Arkansas.
We wanted our kids to know how God was working in our lives, and we did not want to lie to them about where we were going. We want them to be fully truthful with us, so we felt convicted about setting the example in this. Despite the fact that this is a bit of a touchy subject, we explained where we were going, what we were doing, and why.
We explained that God had shown us very clearly that children are indeed a blessing, and that when we took that decision out of His hands, we were not living out our beliefs. We told them that anytime we follow God’s will, people may think we’re we’re crazy.
(Explaining all of this — even to a ten-year-old — was much easier due to the fact that we openly discuss things like this in our home. We want them to learn the truth about puberty, sex, pregnancy, and so on from us, rather than from peers or media.)
Two days before we left, our state tax refund arrived. Perfect timing. Only a few very close friends knew we were doing this, but it was a comfort and blessing to know that their prayers followed us all the way there and back.
There were a few scary traffic situations on the way; a strange man who approached Ken while pumping gas (as I prayed like crazy); a powerful thunderstorm that started just before surgery and knocked out power around the town, but not at the medical center; and another potentially dangerous storm that ran through that night as we were in our hotel room (just a couple of weeks after all those deadly tornadoes in the area).
We liked the doctor immediately. He met with us to find out why we were doing the reversal, and his words as to why he performs these surgeries at such a low cost echoed what we’d been convicted about. Then he prayed with us.
I worried that the surgery would be painful, but Ken said he felt no pain. As we drove to the hotel (making a quick Starbucks run on the way), Ken was chattier than usual. I asked if he was relieved it was over.
Ken said he felt like he had been put back together, back to the way God made him. “Restored” was the word that came to my mind.
We don’t assume that this means we’ll ever actually have more biological children. Reversals don’t always work, and my history doesn’t show me to be extremely fertile. We decided ahead of time that we won’t do fertility treatments because this was just about putting back in God’s hands. If He chooses to bless us with a child from my womb, we’d be delighted; if He doesn’t, we’re praying to be at peace about that, too.
Wife, mama, homeschooler, dog-wrangler. Introvert who finds joy in good books, sunshine, and authentic conversation. Fitness enthusiast and personal trainer. Often seen with a steaming mug of tea in hand.
How wonderfully exciting! Oh what a journey you are on! Thank you for sharing your story… I love to hear how others are abandoning themselves to God’s plan, how they are trusting in His provision. And babies are such a joy. Congratulations to you both. I will be eager to follow this story as God develops it!
Wow, a scary post indeed! Following God’s direction is quite the adventure. Being brave enough to testify along the way makes it even more exciting. Thanks for sharing from your “road trip,” Jamie. A vas reversal hasn’t been a part of our blended family’s journey, but there have been some other really crazy twists and turns. I know that sometimes the very people I thought would be the most uncomfortable with something God was calling me to do in obedience ended up being my strongest supporters. Following Him is always right, and He rarely leaves us all alone in our… Read more »
I think that is great!!! So excited to see which direction God leads you in to continue growing your family!!! I understand what your husband is saying. I had my tubes tied after my 3rd child was born. I have felt much grief over that, and then peace again after we began fostering and adopted our 2 boys. I still feel like I made the wrong decision by doing that and have thought often that I would like to have mine reversed.
What an inspiring story. I found you through the HHH 🙂 Come check mine out when you have a sec. http://cordialchaos.blogspot.com
Jamie, what an amazing journey of faith–literally! How wondrous of God to take what was broken and torn and heal it, make it whole again. Thank you so much for sharing this story. Who knows who needed to read it, but I feel certain that it was in God’s plan to have you write it!
Thank you for your witness and encouragement.
WOW, I love seeing the results of your obedience to God! Thanks for sharing the amazing story of your journey (as scary as it might have been for you to hit that “publish” button!). When my 2nd was born, the nurses asked if “we would be doing any surgeries while we’re here”. Hubby says that he’s “done” having kiddos, but I felt like to take that step ~ for ME ~ would be slamming the door on God…. {I’m, of course, not condemning those who make that choice….I just wasn’t comfortable doing it}. But God can turn anything into a… Read more »
I love your heart, Jamie, and that of your family. You bless me. Praying for God’s will for each of you.
Obedience brings blessing. I’m so excited to see what God is in store for you!
What an exciting journey you and your family are on! Thank you for sharing your story of obedience and faith!!
Jamie,
God bless you for sharing in such intimate detail God’s work in this area of your lives!!! What a story so far and I can’t wait ot see what all God is going to do with it. I know He is not finished yet. Love you!!!!
Wow, Jamie.
Just….wow. Courageous.
Don’t know if I will ever post about us-but I am thankful you are sharing your story. Reading another mom’s story is what brought us down this road too. Praying, my friend.
What a wonderful testimony! You can’t go wrong when you do something that allows you to be even more open to God’s work in your life. I’m thankful for your brave and beautiful words. May God bless you and your family.
PS. Found you on the HHH and I will definitely be back!
I feel priveleged you shared your story with your readers and took that leap of faith to write this post. I will pray for God’s will to be done in your life. 🙂
Just plain old living is sometimes scary, isn’t it? I’m so thankful for a faith in God that calms those fears.
Blessings to you!
What an amazing testimony, of God’s conviction and faith and obedience. God bless you both!
May God bless you in your family’s journey. It is so hard to hear God’s voice in this busy, hectic world. Stay close to him in prayer and keep your eyes on him as you step onto the waves as Peter did. He will hold you up!
I’m touched by your story, Jamie. It’s a good thing I had a box of Kleenex handy. I pray that God will bless you for your decision.
I take one week off blog reading and look at what I miss!!! I am really happy for you. I don’t think this necessarily means that you will ever have another pregnancy, but I do think it means that you stepped out in complete obedience and willingness to let God be the one in control over your family, whether that means growth through adoption, pregnancy, both, or neither. I am really happy for you for the blessings that will come to you out of your obedience!
Many blessings to you. Thanks so much for sharing. God will reward you for this! What a gift to be able to be fully together!
So I’ve been exploring your blog some more and found this roadtrip entry. Your blog really is for me. Thank you for sharing this story. Our infertility lies in the same vein yours did, although I am not as open about it on my blog as you are. We also travelled a long way (from Canada to Oklahoma) for a very similar procedure in January 2012. Thanks for sharing your journey.