December Baby

When I was carrying Aaron, the Lord tested my faith. He revealed in my prayer time that Aaron was a boy. Of course, I doubted, going back and forth in trusting Him. The day of the ultrasound came, when they might be able to determine the sex of our child. I was so nervous. What if God was wrong? The doctor asked if I wanted to know? Trust God? I spoke up. "You can tell me" I replied, "But I already know it is a boy, for God told me." The doctor said, YES! His little bottom was straight up in the air and it was obvious to all the world that this child was male! I had passed this little test of faith! Whew! There would be many more, God was just getting started.

  Our son Aaron was born on December 10th, 1989. It was a Sunday morning. Aaron soon became nicknamed by the family as Goober, for he was quite small. Like peanuts, otherwise known as goobers! Sarah, our first born, weighed in at nearly nine pounds, but little Aaron weighed in at only six and change. Actually that entire pregnancy itself was so very different from my first. Sarah was high and very active. Aaron was low, with little movement.

  The family doctor was out of town, so Aaron was delivered by an "on call" doctor. He was struggling to come out so they used forceps on the little guy. The silly doctor had him wave hi to his mommy after he was mostly delivered! They whisked him away. After a little while, back came the doctors and told me he had some problems. What problems, I wondered? And I remembered what God had spoken to me earlier in my pregnancy. ("Your son will have problems.")  They said he had dysmorphic features, low set ears and a cleft palate. It was hard to digest. What is dysmorphic? One kind doctor told me to take him home and love him and all would turn out for the best. Such good advice.

  Our Pastor visited after morning services. I was still in a bit of disarray under my covers, they had not cleaned me up yet. And Aaron was still in the ICU, not in the hospital room with me. I cried and shared what the doctors had told us. Pastor prayed with me. Such a big adventure lay ahead, for my little Goober and our family.

Goober Beginnings

  My son Aaron was born on December 10th, 1989. I had no idea what was to come. Before he was born, God spoke to me in my prayers one day. His words were simple, they were spoken not audibly, but in my head, "Your son will have problems". That was it. Of course I wanted to know more. What problems? But God was silent. Time would tell this tale, and here it is still 21 years later, unfolding. This is my story partly, and Aaron's as well, but mostly it is God's, for it is He who dictates the path of our lives.