✨ My Testimony: From Waiting, Loss, and Fear… to God’s Faithfulness
Nine years ago, by God’s will, I got married.
It wasn’t easy—there were many odds and challenges—but we believed it was God who brought us together, and we stepped into marriage with hope and joy.
Like every couple, we dreamed of having children. But when we began trying, we were met with unexpected news. Doctors told me that both my tubes were blocked, my egg was not releasing on time, and I had severe PCOD. Medically, things didn’t look hopeful.
They suggested surgery, but fear gripped me—and my husband was not in agreement either. So we made a difficult decision:
we chose not to proceed with medical intervention.
Instead, we waited on the Lord.
I didn’t take treatments, but I began taking care of my health, working out, and building a better lifestyle. And in what felt like a miracle, I conceived naturally—despite everything doctors had said.
Our joy was beyond words.
But that joy was short-lived.
During my pregnancy, my cervical length was weakening without our knowledge. At six and a half months, I went into emergency labor. I delivered my baby boy… but he did not survive.
That moment broke me in ways I cannot explain.
I never even saw my baby.
Grief, anxiety, and silence filled my life. My husband and I walked through deep pain, yet somewhere in the brokenness, I still chose to wait on the Lord.
Two years later, I conceived again.
But I lost the baby in the third month—the heartbeat had stopped.
The third pregnancy ended the same way.
Loss after loss.
Hope after hope… shattered.
By then, we had almost accepted that maybe parenthood was not for us. Life moved on, and so did we—quietly, painfully.
Then came the fourth time.
It was completely unexpected.
I went to the doctor only because my periods were delayed, and to our shock—we were pregnant again.
This time felt different, yet fear never left me. My past followed me into every moment of this pregnancy.
I had no one to take care of me. It was just my husband and me, managing everything on our own—both of us working night shifts.
During this time, I was also diagnosed with severe diabetes, which made the pregnancy even more difficult. Every day was a challenge—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
Yet, I held on.
I held on to God’s promises:
- “Affliction will not rise up a second time.”
- “I will multiply you.”
I believed that the God who gave me this marriage would also bless it with generations.
In my eighth month, things took a sudden turn. The baby’s heartbeat began to drop, and within just two hours of reaching the hospital, I was taken in for an emergency C-section.
Fear surrounded us again.
But this time… God had the final word.
I heard the words:
“It’s a baby boy. Congratulations.”
Tears rolled down my eyes.
I couldn’t hold him immediately—he was a preterm baby and was taken to the NICU, surrounded by tubes and machines. Those first 24 hours were some of the longest in my life. I had no phone, no updates—only one question in my heart:
“Is my baby alive?”
The next morning, when I saw my husband, I asked him that one question.
He said, “He’s doing well.”
That was enough for me.
Our baby stayed in the NICU, faced jaundice, and we spent 10 long days in the hospital. But through it all, God sustained him.
Today, by God’s grace, we have a healthy, active, and intelligent son.
This is not by chance.
This is not luck.
This is God’s faithfulness.
There was a time I believed I would never have children. But I did not give up on my faith. I did not give up on prayer. I held on to His Word, even when everything around me said otherwise.
And today, I stand as a testimony:
God is faithful to His promises.
He gave me not just a child, but a beautiful family—my husband and my son are living proofs of His grace.
All glory to God.
Praise the Lord.
