Noah's story, part 2

Noah's story continued... part 2

I was nervous about miscarrying again, so I delayed my first OB-GYN appointment as long as I thought I could.  At 10 weeks, I finally went to the doctor.  If memory serves correctly, I was able to hear the heartbeat at that appointment.  That appointment was on a Friday.  At work on Monday, a co-worker had called and needed me to bring her some supplies.  The power to the building went out, so I decided that was the best time to drive the supplies to my co-worker.  I was driving our fairly new purple Dodge Neon.  I loved that car!  I headed down Leopard street.  Near the courthouse, my worst nightmare happened.  A teen driver thought he could turn in front of me, unfortunately, it resulted in me hitting his car and totaling mine.  I was so scared!  I got out of the car and walked to the corner.  I kept repeating "I'm pregnant!"  Luckily the teen and passenger were ok and they turned my car off and did whatever they needed to.  Paramedics arrived, and I repeated again "I'm pregnant".  At some point, I heard mention of "she's in shock".  I don't care what you label me at the moment, all I could think of was the baby.  Someone called my husband for me, then the paramedics duct taped my head to board and loaded me into the ambulance.  They took me to the hospital my mother worked at.  Soon my husband arrived and I requested that he call my boss.  (Later I was told the response from my boss, which solidified my desire to move on).  After doctor did a thorough examination on me,  then it was time to try to find the little heart beating within me. After what felt like forever, the doctor was able to find the heartbeat! God kept his promise!   As I finished with the doctor, he said I could return to work the next day, but I told him I didn't want to.  Instead, he gave me a medical excuse for a week away from work.  I was thankful for the extended week.  I was bruised all over. 

Since the accident was on Monday, I went back to my OB on Tuesday.  I still remember him coming in and saying "Why are you here, I just saw you?", in a very aggravated voice.  I should have been strong and followed my gut to find a new doctor after that.  So much (emotional) growing I still had to do.

There were blessings that came of the accident.  I saw a chiropractor just about daily throughout the pregnancy and for a while after.  I dug deep within and found a way to leave a job that was not a good fit for me.  I felt like this was God showing me the way out of a situation that was not emotionally safe for me or baby.  (2 months prior to this, I share with friends about waiting for "God to close the door and open a window")  It was the one time in my life that I didn't give a two-week notice.  I was professional, went to speak to the owner/boss and let boss know that I would not be returning once I was released from the doctor.  I went into my office, retrieved my sweater (only possession I had in my office) and departed.  The McCain's stayed on higher ground and did not sue or seek compensation from employment for loss, nor was it offered, even though I was on the clock at the time of the accident.  I would like to say that not a word has been spoken to that boss since then, but that particular person does cross my path on occasion.  I will always mind my manners and speak when spoken to, but that is it. 

*at the rate these "parts" are going, this very well could be a 30 part story... 

Noah's story, part 1

I begin this story well before it started, so that you might understand where it began.

Growing up, I always wanted to be a teacher. In college, I began taking Early Childhood courses. Since I had to pay for some of my education, and I insisted on living independently, I found a teaching position at a local private school. The pay was minimal, but the life lessons and people far outweighed the financial difficulties.

I taught many grades, using a Bible based curriculum that had been provided for me. Daily I taught Bible stories and weekly I went to chapel.  During this time, I learned to listen for God's quiet word that he would share with me. It was always a single word, when I least expected it. Several years in a row, the word was a number during the summer time. As school time approached, I realized that number was for the amount of students I would be teaching.  First day of school, the number was always correct. I quickly realized that God keeps his promise. So, the story of Noah's ark, the rainbow, and God's promise became my favorite story and I began collecting Noah's ark stuff.

After teaching for 3 and a half years, I decided it was time for a change.  Little did I know that motherhood was on the horizon.  December 1999 was when John and I discovered that our family would be expanding.  I was so excited, even more so because my best friend was also expecting.  The excitement lasted until January, when I had a miscarriage.  I was so upset and devastated, until I heard that calm voice.  "November."  I knew that voice!  All my pain was gone, as was my emotional pain.  I would never wish this on any woman, but I was at peace in hearing HIS voice.

The doctor gave us the 'go ahead' to try again.  I was really disappointed when I wasn't pregnant again within the next few months.  I didn't understand.  Wasn't I supposed to have a baby in November?

Fast forward to November 2000.  It was closing in on the 4th Thursday of the month, so my family was gathering at my grandparents house for the big meal.  Luckily we were staying in a room with an attached bathroom, as my monthly cycle was expected to start that morning.  As I woke up that Thanksgiving day, I headed to the bathroom to do as girls do.  Things were different this time, and I knew instantly I was pregnant!  Of course, we are staying with family, so there is not an easy way to verify this fact.  I spent much time that day in the bathroom checking for spotting.  Nothing.  After dinner we packed up and moved on to the next family event.  We stayed the weekend with my father.  I will always remember going to the horse track where children were playing in the grass.  My father commented that someday his grandchildren would play over there as well.  I felt like I was keeping this huge secret, but I had to wait to confirm.  After we returned from our travels, I confirmed that I was pregnant.  God kept his promise!


Stay tuned!  I will break this up into many pieces in order to share it all.  I think it will end up being novel length by the end.