Today, I went to the bathroom and saw the one thing every pregnant woman dreads, blood. It wasn't a lot and it was old which is an excellent sign, but it was enough to make my heart race with fear. All of the fear of losing another child flooded my body. In my past, three times I have begged God for a little heartbeat that hasn't come. I was literally paralyzed for a few minutes. I called Patrick and he came home from work. As we waited for the call back from the doctor's office, Patrick took the scriptures we are studying and read them off to me one by one. My heart began to slow down a bit. Peace began to slowly reign again.
Within the hour we were in the doctor's office and he was performing an ultrasound. Within seconds I was crying, tears of joy, as I listened to a beautiful racing heart of our precious little Dash. Dash is okay and has a heartbeat. The chances of miscarriage decrease drastically once you have a heartbeat. Of course, anything can still happen and we still have a long road ahead of us, but once again God showed His power in this life today. Two racing hearts today. Please pray for our racing hearts.