8 months with my little miracle

Last Wednesday my chubby little boy turned 8 months! 

It seems like just yesterday when I was holding him in my arms for the first time.

Every moment with him is beautiful. We enjoy every smile and every new thing that he learns.

I go back in time and remember how my other two pregnancies were, and the fear I had when I became pregnant with Caleb. One doctor told us “Don’t get your hopes up about having babies… maybe you will get pregnant, but it’s better if you don’t get excited about it.” When I got pregnant, I just prayed to God that He would take care of this baby. I remember when I pleaded with God, asking Him to knit each part of this baby’s body, to take care of him, to protect him, and if it was His will, allow us to have a living child.

After one of my first check-ups, Robert and I were walking and we stopped at a Christian bookstore that we didn’t know about. Without trying it, I started reading some of the verses that were on the walls, and every single one of them said “Trust in God.” God was telling me, “Don't worry dear daughter. Trust. Everything will turn out okay.” And He was right.

God took care of Caleb throughout the whole pregnancy, and He continues to take care of him in each and every moment. Nothing is impossible for God; He gave us our “little miracle” and we are very thankful to Him for that.

He always has the best for us in His timing. We just have to trust in Him, and He will do it.