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My Daughter- God’s Beautiful Blessing
When I got the news about my pregnancy, I wasn’t sure if it is true or it’s just a dream because I conceived six months after I had a miscarriage. I was quite nervous and had mixed feelings about the pregnancy, but somewhere I was sure that God isn’t
that bad, and he will not disappoint me again. I shared this news with my husband, and he was so happy. It’s rightly said that “A loving and caring husband is far better than a rich and arrogant one,” and I am blessed with the loving one.
The first four months of my pregnancy were wonderful. I was really active during those months, but soon after that, I had my routine ultrasound check where I got to know that my baby’s nasal bone is not developing properly. My husband and I shut down, wondering what the hell is going on in our lives. We crossed our fingers and asked our doctor to suggest the best outcome for us. She quickly arranged a meeting with a genetics doctor, and we directly meet her. She asked us to go for a small procedure, and at this point, I lost all my hopes of having a baby and had a lot of complaints against God. My husband just wanted to try his hand on every possible thing to get his baby safely in his hands, so he made me understand and convinced me to go for the procedure (amniocentesis). I agreed, and the next morning went for the procedure. By this time, I had lost all hope and was acting stupidly.
The test was done, and the results would take a week. For the entire week, I felt like I was dying every day. Finally, the day arrived. My husband asked me to stay at home, and he went to collect the reports. When my husband received the report, he called me crying and told me that our baby is completely fine and the test results were negative. I was so happy at that moment and cried my heart out. That was the time when I believed that God exists. And after this shocking and incredible journey, I was blessed with my beautiful daughter, after completing 35 weeks and 4 days in my womb.
This was an amazing experience, and I feel blessed every time I see my daughter in my arms. She is truly my little bundle of joy.