They said the baby would have no head….
Where to begin? Perhaps with the Doctor sitting opposite quietly and carefully explaining that all of the scans – and there had been many, many more than usual – showed that the baby had no head and what seemed to be a tail.
It’s hard to imagine isn’t it? They had taken scans in every position possible and asked endless questions. And in the end, despite all their equipment and education, all they could say was sorry and all they could suggest was to have an abortion. After all, they explained repeatedly, that this child, if born, would be severely disabled and possibly institutionalised for the rest of its life.
“Have an abortion” is much easier to say than do. This would be the first child and possibly only child and it could not be given up so easily. Explanations and suggestions –it seemed a dental x-ray may have been to blame, maybe. Over the long, long time it took for them to analyse and investigate, to test and re-test prayer was offered every single day for that baby to be well and whole.
Not the prayer of an old faithful saint, nor the prayer of a well respected preacher but the prayer of a worried, desperate mother-to-be daily seeking God’s help, with all the eloquence of desperation. Time passed, the baby finally came and she was whole and well. She had a head, no tail and hands and feet and everything a baby should.
Thank you God for my beautiful healthy baby and for hearing me though my fear.
D