In normal life I do believe that every day we have on earth is a gift. The Bible says God has numbered our days before even one came to be, so He has already decided how long each of us will live. But we don’t know how long that is, so every day we wake up we should be thankful for the time He has given us.

In my situation – after losing one child because of premature birth, having complications with a second pregnancy requiring shots, a cerclage, bed rest, and a multitude of doctors – it’s easy to see how every day really is a gift. I’m 33 weeks and 4 days and each of those days is a miracle. I’m thankful for the medical advancements – the progesterone shots that prevent me from having contractions, the cerclage that keeps my cervix closed, and the careful watch of my doctors. But I know it’s because of God and God alone that this baby is still in the womb.

From the beginning of the pregnancy I felt this assurance that everything was going to be fine. Although I didn’t expect these “setbacks” of surgery and bed rest, I still clung to the hope that everything was going to be fine. The doctors hoped I would get to 28 weeks because most babies born at that gestation survive. Here I am almost 6 weeks past that and still going strong.

At 37 weeks the cerclage will be removed and the baby could come at any time. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he came after his due date, further proof that God is the One who has kept the baby safely inside me. I love my doctors, but only God deserves the praise for each day the baby is in the womb.

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. Ephesians 3:20-21