Commentary by Danielle Pelkey

The North Jefferson News



Sometimes we don’t realize how many blessings we are surrounded with.

I was reminded this past week of a special miracle that I am surrounded with on a daily basis. I went to my monthly doctor visit for our new baby on Wednesday. This is something that you have to do every month in your pregnancy just to make sure that the baby and yourself are doing good.

At these visits they weigh you and usually take your blood. When the doctor comes in, he does a little small talk and then will let you listen to your baby’s heartbeat through a doppler device. This is always a special moment because it assures you that your little one is doing just fine.

Through my whole pregnancy with my first child, Raygan, we never had one problem. We went care-free into all visits and came out wearing a smile. After the first few visits, I even let Todd off the hook. I let him stay at work while my mom accompanied me to the rest of the visits.

Since Todd now drives a truck all over Alabama, there is no question that mom will be by my side at the visits.

Wednesday’s visit was like every other, but things changed so quickly. When the doctor came in to hear the heartbeat, he couldn’t find it. I was all right for the first few minutes, but then I started to worry.

He was pushing on my stomach and moving that machine in every direction possible, but no heartbeat.

I tried to act like I wasn’t horrified, but I was. He said there was nothing to really worry about, but we would have to get an ultrasound to make sure.

I was happy about getting another ultrasound, but not under these circumstances. They sent us out into the waiting room for the longest five minutes of my life.

In this time I sat there, staring at a pamphlet, but not reading it. I was thinking too much about my baby. I started praying that God would heal my baby of anything that may be wrong and reminding God that He had raised the dead and this was no big deal for Him to handle.

At this point I looked over at my mom and said, “I’m kinda scared.” She said she knew I was, but that she thought everything was going to be fine.

When we went in to the room for the ultrasound, I tried to act like I was fine, but my blood had stopped in my veins. As she moved the wand over my belly, I caught a glimpse of our baby. Was it moving? Was it alive? Is there a heartbeat? About that time I saw a little hand move across it’s face and then a strong, perfect heartbeat could be seen in its chest.

My baby was fine. This child was kicking and waving and actually doing flips in my belly. The Lord was so faithful to me. He not only let me see that my baby was fine, but that this baby is in great condition. The nurse said that the heartbeat was strong and everything looked perfect.

I walked out of that office, more excited than ever about being a mom again. You never know how much something means to you until you think you may lose it.

Remember to watch out for those little blessings that may just slip right by you.