We are pleased to announce the birth of our daughter Margaret Rose.
9 lbs., 5 oz., 20 inches long, red as all get out, natural birth, instant nurser (unlike our first two, who didn’t quite grasp the mechanics right off). Mother and baby are doing well. [I'll post a picture in bit when Mother wakes up to tell me where the Costco CD's are.]
She’s named Margaret just because. She’s named Rose because Portland’s symbol is the rose, and because we suspect our ward in Portland, (the Aloha Second), might have saved her life. Here’s the story.
Not too long after Betsey died, we started casually trying for another child. Around the same time, but in a different connection, I received a fairly startling promise from the Spirit.
I met the conditions that were set on the promise but nothing happened. This bothered me. I was praying to know why one night and the Spirit told me that if we some day had twins, this would be a sign to me that the promise would be kept. We were currently experiencing the bleeding that signaled that conception had not occurred in that monthly cycle, but I got excited for the future. Would it be twins this time?
The next day, a Saturday, the bleeding got much severer and prolonged than normal. We didn’t know why, so on a whim my wife decided to get a pregnancy test. We were surprised when it showed positive.
Over the phone, our doctor ordered us to the emergency room. After some tests, the personnel there told us that we still had a child, though it would probably be miscarried. They told us that probably we had a second child, a twin, that had already been miscarried. They weren’t sure, though, so we were left uncertain whether we had recieved our promised twins (though the timing would seem to indicate we had). We did know that we needed to save our remaining child.
The medical personnell didn’t hold out much hope. This early in the child’s life, they said, probably nothing we could do would save it. Avoiding vacuuming, lifting, pushing, etc., might make a marginal difference, but that was all. But we determined to try.
Our Aloha Second ward then stepped in. They did the cooking and the cleaning, they watched Emma, and since we were moving to Albuquerque, they packed and loaded and kept my wife cheerful company so she wouldn’t be stressed. They prayed and kept faith. When the bleeding stopped, we still had a heartbeat.