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The drug store test came back positive. She would need to make an appointment now with her doctor to get an official reading. The next eight months or so would be spent at the doctor’s office, waiting patiently to see the growth of this new person that was developing and being created before her very eyes and ears. She couldn’t hear anything yet. It was silent.
Food never tasted so good. The raspberry pie, the spaghetti piled high, and the roast with potatoes she craved. She didn’t heed the warnings to keep exercising and to control her food consumption. It was a dazed explosion of feasting.
Her friends noticed her and snickered behind her back. They didn’t want to offend her, but she obviously was on a crash course to disaster. Her husband was so busy with work he didn’t notice her binge either. The doctor was helpless as he tried to steer her towards something healthier. She couldn’t hear anything. The voices around her were silent, as she kept a vigil watch over a belly protruding from herself. It didn’t seem to be a part of her. It was foreign and so the food kept passing through her mouth, nourishing the child inside.
From a distance the cry traveled. The first word echoed inside her head like a canyon valley. Her limbs drooped from her sides and flailed in the air as she tried to grasp the body of the little girl. Her anxious heart beat faster than she had anticipated. They rushed her to the emergency room, leaving daddy watching momma being rolled away to surgery. Her heart was failing.
Days turned into months and as the child grew, she looked more like her momma every day. Daddy was proud of the child’s beauty and strength, her wisdom and loving devotion to her Heavenly Father. He knew her momma would have too.
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