A storey of inspiration

I thought that some people might enjoy reading this storey of inspiration. Its about not giving up hope, about remaining positive even when something appears to be bleak. That if you believe in yourself, and focus on the positive, sometimes mind over matter really does work. For some, its about believing in god, and letting him perform miracles. However it is done, just know that you have the power within you to change an otherwise serious outcome, into something that is positive. This can be applied to all areas of your life and does not have to be just about ttc.

Read below! This storey is submitted from Liza R.
I don't really tell a lot of people about what i went through with my pregnancy... but lately i have felt the need to let it out. I told one gal on twoweekwait.com and she was so amazed and thought i should share my story, as it can comfort couples that are going through a similar situation. When i was 18 years old, i was a troubled teen. I seemed to attract the worst people into my life. After getting in trouble with the law, fights with parents, and drug abuse.. i met a wonderful man who swept me off my feet.I was just out of high school, and knew this guy was "the one".He saved me from the crowd i was hanging around and made me feel whole. After being together only about 8 months, i learned that i was pregnant. It was a very tough time for me as i was only 18 and he was 22. Deep down we both were happy and excited. Our parents...not so much. After getting over that huge hurtle, we moved in together and decided we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Everything was picture perfect, until the 20 week ultrasound came along. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I came in to find out the sex our child, only to find out that my baby had fluid on his brain. The doctor called the high risk specialist at the hospital and directed me to go to his office immediately. The did a very in dept ultrasound and then told me that we were expecting a baby boy. After a lot of blood work.. we decided together that an amniocentesis would be necessary to find out what was causing fluid to accumulate on my sons brain. After two long weeks of crying, praying, and obsessing, i got the call. Our little baby boy has Spinabifida. I had so many questions, but i was speechless.From there on out, i was considered a high rick pregnancy. I had to see 3 different specialist along with my obstetrician. I was told that my son would never walk, that he would be paralyzed from the waste down, and that he could also be mentally retarded because of the hydrocephalus (fluid on the brain). I was falling into a depression that i cant even explain. It was like i was always numb to it and never wanted to talk about it. I was in denial and never wanted to believe the doctors. My husband and i started going to our Christian church and let them know what was happening, as most of them were close family. I started to pray every night, every morning and every second that i was alone. I know God was with us through it all. I felt him with me everyday. We made the decision, we decided that we would lay it down to our Lord, and he would take care of it. I visualized and dreamed about my son running around laughing and living his life. When the doctors would tell me the worst case scenarios.... i was laughing at them in my head, saying "If you only knew who my father is"..... On Feb 20, 2006 I went to the docs office for my weekly stress test, they found that i was contracting more than usual, i was then sent to the hospital. They needed to do a planned C section so that labor wouldn't put anymore strain on the opening on my sons spine. He came out within a half an hour, 5LBs 13 oz and 6 weeks early. When the brought him to me so that i could see him... i told them to unwrap him so that i could see his legs, he then started crying and kicking his legs, Yes! kicking! i was overjoyed and started to cry, tears of joy that is. I truly don't know how i would have gotten through everything i went through without my faith. There is no way i could have done it myself. Today our son is 18 months old, and he is the most precious little boy i have every seen. His legs are incredibly strong, hes growing like a weed,Hes ahead of his age mentally, and he is just starting to walk, with the help of his physical therapist. We call him our little miracle... and thats really what he is!

Please note: This post has been edited, because I did not realize that it did not have the posters name who wrote the inspirational storey, and by reading it over, realized it "read" like it was my own. This was not my intention, and I apologize for any confusion this has caused! (I only have one daughter and with one on the way)