For me, this technology was the avenue through which I got to know my son. Because his sister’s birth was a complicated one, the doctor’s considered this pregnancy to be ‘high risk’. Every two weeks we were able to see the growth of our baby boy. At each scan we could see his personality develop. He would playfully kick the places the technologist tried to measure. When it came time to take measurements of his head, he would mischievously place his hand over his head to make it impossible to take the needed measurements.
We knew who he was and pieces of his developing personality before he took his first breath. In these moments, I am reminded of the words of David who said, “You made all the delicate inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.” (Psalm 139:13-16 New Living Translation)
While we knew our son when he was in my womb, his entrance into this world would be a traumatic one. All of the technology in the world could not foresee what only God knew. Our playful little boy would share our breath in this world for eight short hours. Every day of his life, every beat of his heart had already been laid out before the foundation of the earth.
In those eight hours, we were given the opportunity to express our faith to him in the God who had created him. My husband and I sang to him, letting him know Jesus loved him. We told him he would go from our arms into the everlasting arms of the One who loved him even more than we could begin to imagine. As he laid with his heart next to mine, I know his ceased to beat.
In the aftermath of his death, we were able to see the ripple effects of his life. One nurse cried and had a strong desire to know the God of whom we spoke. One young family read our son’s obituary and decided they needed to worship with us, and this family has come to know and serve the Lord today. We saw a community come together and lives being transformed. Our trust in God who has every moment recorded continues to grow as we see his hand at work.
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