Adoption Journey - Pt. 6

Our first ultrasound took place at 19-weeks. We were delighted to discover we were having another girl. The following day Jaclyn returned to talk with our physician about migraine headaches she had been experiencing and to review the ultrasound from the previous day.

Resolving her migraine issues seemed like small potatoes compared to the blow we took regarding the ultrasound. The ultrasound revealed what’s called a subchorionic hematoma (a pocket of blood near or within the placenta) near the base of Jaclyn’s uterus. While statistics demonstrate that more than ½ of women who bleed during their first trimester go on to have healthy pregnancy[1], subchorionic hematomas are dangerous because of their association with placental abruption and preterm labor.

Concerning our situation, our doctor placed Jaclyn on immediate best rest for two weeks.

She was instructed to call her boss and tell him she would not be returning to work until the doctor gave the all clear.

No going back to work that day. Or the next day. Or the next.

No work. No chores. No cooking. No grocery store shopping (something I HATE to do!). No helping with the minis.

Did I mention at this point that I was a seminary student working a full-time internship in a church plant? No? My bad. Things were going to get really “interesting” for us and by interesting I mean “difficult.” All of those things – all of the chores…all of the things that we normally do together fell to me to take care of including caring for my wife.

And life did get difficult. After Jaclyn’s two weeks of bed rest, the doctor placed her on modified bed rest for another 8 weeks. We were not out of the woods as far as the baby was concerned.

I don’t know that I can adequately express just how exhausted I was following those 10 weeks of parenting, studying, working, and husbanding. I’ve always felt I could rise up to any challenge that came my way, but it was during this season of life I discovered there was a limit to what I could handle. I had reached my limit physically, emotionally, and spiritually. This Superdad couldn’t bear to think about the possibility of enduring another difficult pregnancy and having to do this all over again.

This was it for me. This was our last baby.

When the time came to have the baby, by the grace of God, an ultrasound revealed the hematoma had disappeared. In our minds a miracle happened. And on December 5, 2009, Abigail Mae was born.

Abigail means “my father’s joy,” and she brings us a lot of joy even to this day, but mostly we think of her as our little miracle.[2]


[2] As it would happen the hematoma never actually dissipated. It was there the whole time hiding and eventually made its way out with the afterbirth.