When I read Anna and Mitch’s story, it was a testament to my faith. I felt great hope and love in this journey. Even though our journey is over, I know this story will bring a lot of encouragement to those of you still trying, still praying, and still fighting. Rosie is a miracle. Please believe in miracles. This is Anna’s story in her own words:
1 Samuel 1:27 “ For this child I prayed, and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of Him.” (Baby Rosie is featured in the photo below.)
This scripture has such deep meaning to me and has defined my infertility journey. What exactly does it mean to petition? Webster’s dictionary says that to petition is to make a solemn or humble appeal to a figure of authority. That is exactly what we did. We petitioned. And our families petitioned, for six years, until we finally got our miracle.
Let me start at the beginning.
My husband and I were high school sweethearts. We always knew that we wanted to have children. We married young and wanted a big family. I had several nieces and nephews that were such a huge part of my life. I could hardly stand being away from them for a second, and couldn’t wait to give them another little cousin. I rushed through college because I wanted to start our family right away and stay at home with my kids. I even got my degree in a field that would help me to be a better mother. It seemed as though all of our plans revolved around our future children and family.
I think the old saying is, “ We make plans and God laughs”.
After many years of surgeries, appointments, and countless tests we were told our chance of ever conceiving children naturally was “basically zero”. (Yes, those were the exact words used). As you can imagine, our hearts were in pieces. We felt helpless and hopeless.
So we began to petition The Lord. We petitioned hard. Our families petitioned for us. Our friends petitioned for us. We felt the power of the prayers being said on our behalf often. Our little nieces and nephews prayed for us, even though they may not have quite understood exactly what they were praying for. In fact, we had a niece ask her parents, “Why are we praying for Mitch, when Anna is the one who would have the baby?” (Much of our infertility is male factor, which required quite a few surgeries for my husband. The kids may or may not have needed a few anatomy lessons along the way…. Hehe.)
There is something to be said about having a tribe of people on your side. Cheering for you. Doing everything they can for you. Praying for you. Petitioning for you. There were times when I felt discouraged praying for a baby. I knew that God had a plan for us, and if that plan didn’t involve a child, then what was praying going to do about it? But I also knew that prayer was powerful. And prayer can change things. I knew it. I felt it.
There were so many little miracles that took place along our infertility journey. We were told so many times that “ things didn’t look good” or “ your chances are very low”. But somehow, miracles always found a way. We were told we likely would not even qualify for IVF, but a miracle found a way. I developed a potentially life threatening condition during our egg retrieval that jeopardized everything, but a miracle found a way. My body was so sick that the embryo transfer wasn’t looking promising, but a miracle found a way. After finding out we were in fact pregnant, the condition got worse, and our little baby was in danger. But a BIG miracle found a way.
We now have a healthy, beautiful 5-year-old girl who is the light of our lives. She loves to hear the stories of how many people were praying for her for so long to come down to our family. Her sweet little self asks about families who don’t get their miracles. Our hearts ache for them, and we hope that someday we will understand why so many are still waiting.
I am reminded of the amazing miracle that she is every single day. The Lord gave us the petition that we asked of Him, and for that we will be forever grateful.
Anna is a volunteer for Resolve: The National Infertility Association.
5-year-old Rosie just got a new baby of her own, a puppy named Tucker. A big thank you to the Ryan’s for sharing their story.
Thankful, grateful, blessed, and worth the wait. Miss Rosie is a symbol of that. You are never alone in your fight, or your journey!