This past summer I went through a very difficult time. I was pregnant with our second child, and I waited until I was 12 weeks along to start telling my friends. Every woman in my family has had at least one miscarriage, and I wanted to wait until I was “safe”.
Well, I started telling my friends on a Saturday morning, and on Sunday I started bleeding. My first check-up was scheduled for that Monday, and there wasn’t anything they could do for me until I had my ultrasound. I still remember the complete silence during the ultrasound, as the nurse checked for signs of a thriving life growing in my womb, and found none. I was shocked, devastated, and overwhelmed.
To make matters even more complicated, my husband had left two weeks earlier for a summer job half-away across the country. I was supposed to leave that week on a road trip to meet him at his new job and then attend his sister’s wedding a few days later.
That week was probably the most difficult of my life. I was in and out of doctors offices for 3 or 4 days. After a day in the hospital, I started a cross-country road trip with my mother and my two-year-old son. Every day something went wrong. One day I took my medicines on an empty stomach and ended up so sick that we were delayed 3 hours just waiting for me to get better. One day I lost my wallet in the middle of Iowa. One day my mother and I both had bad headaches and we had to stop driving early. Every day was a roller-coaster of emotions and a serious test of my faith.
What I remember about that week more than anything else, though, is the series of miracles that got me through. The first miracle came while I was scheduling my doctor’s appointment. When I had called to schedule my appointment weeks earlier, the only person I knew at the entire hospital just “happened” to be answering the phones, which was not her usual job. She was able to schedule me for my registration appointment and my ultrasound on the same day, only because she was my friend and she knew I was leaving town right after that. Without the ultrasound, I could have been bleeding for days or weeks, and I could have had some pretty serious complications.
The next miracle was that my mother flew into town at the very time I needed her. My husband was out of town, I was an emotional wreck, and without my mother to watch my son and comfort me, I would have been completely broken. I run a home day care and I’m very used to taking care of other people. This time, I needed someone to take care of me, and Heavenly Father sent my mother.
Another miracle was all the generous love and support I found in my ward family during those few days. A great many people came to my aid, and I will always remember their kindness to me. Most importantly, they helped me make an important decision to have a simple surgery done that I wasn’t sure I needed. A week later, while I was half-way across the country, the doctors office called to tell me that I had tested positive for abnormal cells, and if I hadn’t had the surgery, there was a chance that those cells would have grown into a tumor.
Yet another miracle came when I lost my wallet during my road trip. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner, and we were on the phone trying to make arrangements to get me to my sister-in-laws wedding. When I needed to look at my license, I realized my entire wallet was missing. What a devastating moment! I starting crying, told my husband that there just wasn’t any way I was going to make it to the wedding, and hung up the phone. And yet, after a quick and heartfelt prayer, I remembered exactly where I had left my wallet. And even though I had left it in a library which was closed for the weekend, someone had taken my wallet to the local police station. Heavenly Father had preserved my wallet for me, had made sure that nothing bad had happened to it, and prepared a way for me to retrieve it and continue on my journey.
These are some of the most memorable moments of the week, although there are many more. When I look back on it, I am filled with gratitude to my Father in Heaven. I join with the prophet Nephi in sharing my testimony that “the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance”(1 Nephi 1: 20). The Lord delivered me from disease, from guilt, from depression, and from many other things that week. I know that I am a daughter of God, who loves me, and I love Him.
Jenni has a wonderful almost 3-year-old who keeps her very busy. She runs a small home day care. She loves to cook, read, sing, and learn new things. Her husband is almost done with graduate school, and they are excited for new adventures in their future.