Birthing Life and Hope Amid Fear
By J.K. Wall - Posted at Gentle Reformation:
On February 15—about a month after the first reported case of coronavirus and about a month before our country started taking it seriously—our family welcomed a new baby boy.
We never thought his life was possible.
My wife was told—by both her primary care doctor and her obstetrician—that she could no longer have children. Not unless she took fertility drugs, which she didn’t want to do. She didn’t take the drugs, but we got pregnant anyway. We named him Theodore—gift of God.
But could his miraculous life continue, begun as it was during a global pandemic? Amid more than 39,000 deaths and counting? We’d be lying if we said we didn’t ask these questions. And kept asking them each of my son’s first six weeks of life.
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On February 15—about a month after the first reported case of coronavirus and about a month before our country started taking it seriously—our family welcomed a new baby boy.
We never thought his life was possible.
My wife was told—by both her primary care doctor and her obstetrician—that she could no longer have children. Not unless she took fertility drugs, which she didn’t want to do. She didn’t take the drugs, but we got pregnant anyway. We named him Theodore—gift of God.
But could his miraculous life continue, begun as it was during a global pandemic? Amid more than 39,000 deaths and counting? We’d be lying if we said we didn’t ask these questions. And kept asking them each of my son’s first six weeks of life.
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