Discovering YOU Magazine May 2018 Issue - Page 9


"Put A Praise On It!"

- Part One

Submitted by Genevieve Casey

the bathroom floor, laughing and crying, what more could God think I could handle. My son in the hospital was scary, but the thought of a new life inside me uplifted me. What I thought was scary became less scary with the joy I had, knowing I would have a fourth child.

I was calmer then than in my other prior pregnancies. I remember not wanting to find out the sex of the baby, so I could have a surprise delivery. As the baby grew, I knew I had named her. I knew it wasn't a boy, because I knew God was listening to me. I know it is so silly to think God listens to us about things like that, but I was scared to have another boy. She grew and grew. The midwife came over and I was ready I thought. Then my midwife went out of town, and I needed to have a checkup, so I went to the OBGYN and they did a size determination ultrasound that turned out good. I was alone when the ultrasound tech asked me if I wanted to know the sex of my baby. Of course I asked, “Could you please put it in an envelope?” I hid the envelope. Then I got curious. Was my intuition right? Was what I knew in my heart and what God told me, right? I hid the envelope, I showed to my husband. Did I want a surprise? Did I trust what I knew God had told me? Pretty soon curiosity took over. I opened the envelope. i knew what God

As a mother, I always want to remember my children. I remember when they were born they had a new baby smell. Everyday as they got a little older and stronger that new baby smell outgrew me; the first foods, the first steps, the first time away from us, and Kindergarten. We know where they are in relation to us as mothers. From the time we first thought the baby was moving, the invisible cord and spiritual ties grew into hopes and dreams and thoughts of how lovely it was for the new baby to become part of us that made us mothers. We grew together. Like a tree with roots, our children are the fruit of our womb, our life.

I remember finding out I was pregnant with my fourth child, while my son Caleb was in the hospital. He had a grand mal seizure from a reaction to the medication, Phenobarbital. I thought while sitting on