It seems so cliche to be thankful for your kids. But Thanksgiving time really hits home for me.
5 years ago today, it was Thanksgiving day, and I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. It was the end of the day, on a whim (after a couple glasses of wine!) I decided to test, even though it was early (I wasn't even late yet) - the line was so faint, so faint I didn't even show it to my husband. But a test the next day was definitely positive, though I still braved Black Friday to drive to Walmart to get a bunch more tests. I did pray that Thanksgiving night that I would have a baby for the next Thanksgiving. My mom had had 6 miscarriages, so I was very scared for what the future might bring. The future brought a beautiful baby girl on 8/7/06.
Thanksgiving 2007 was spent recovering from a miscarriage at 13 weeks. I didn't want to eat. I wanted to loose the 10 lbs I had gained in that first trimester. I prayed that I would be pregnant the next Thanksgiving.
And I was. The week before Thanksgiving 2008 I was 22 weeks and was supposed to go on vacation to Florida. Since I was at a high-risk for an incompetent cervix, though I had had no issues with my daughter, my OB wanted to check before I went on vacation and what he found was a 2 cm cervix when it should be well over 3 cm. So I was put on bedrest - At this point I was 10 days shy of viability. So we had no idea what the future would bring. I prayed that for Thanksgiving 2009 I would have a 8-9 month old baby. Thankfully, 14 weeks of bedrest (not strict bedrest, I was able to work from home) allowed me to walk into my c-section at 39w on St Patrick's Day 2009. And my prayers were answered.