Have you ever prayed for something so much and then finally it happened? Well, that is my story of my journey to have my baby girl Mackenzie. You see, I was a teenage mother; my first child, Tomazye’, was born while I was 17 years old and still in high school. Although I love him dearly, I vowed not to have another child until I was ready and married.
Well let’s fast forward 19 years later. I had been married for 11 years at the time and we were ready. There was just one problem. My body wouldn’t cooperate. Yes, my reasonably healthy body would not get pregnant. I was so frustrated and mad. So, my hubby and I turned to doctors for help. We were blessed to find the most amazing doctor who had no doubt that I could get pregnant.
So, we started on our journey of in vitro fertilization. The first round was successful and I got pregnant! We were so happy, but the unexpected happened. I lost the baby at 7 weeks. Devastation spread throughout me and my hubby. You can’t imagine how it feels to want something so much, to have your prayers answered and then have it taken away so quickly. But we knew we wanted to have another child so we tried again. After the second time, we were devastated again to find out after all the shots and medication we were not pregnant.
We had to think about if we would try again. We decided to go for it and, once again, we did not get pregnant. Believe it or not we tried a fourth time and still did not get pregnant. All along I was beginning to wonder if God was telling me that I was not meant to have another child. It was such an emotional rollercoaster, not to mention a very expensive process.
Then my hubby and I made the decision that would change everything. We decided to try one more time, but that would be it. We decided that we would accept whatever outcome God would give us. We could bear no more hurt and disappointment. This was the hardest decision I ever had to make because I knew if it didn’t work this time we could not trying again and maybe that was God’s way of saying this is not his will for my life.
So, this time since I knew it would be our last I wanted the odds to be better and I convinced my doctor to place three embryos to give us a better chance of getting pregnant. She reluctantly did so and then we waited. Those ten days were the most nerve wracking ten days of my life.
The time had come to get my pregnancy test results. I held my breath on the phone as the nurse asked me if I was sitting down? I said, “Do I need to be?” Then she screamed “You are pregnant!!!!” She and I both started crying on the phone. It was tears of perfect joy. I immediately got off the phone and called my hubby at work to tell him the good news. He was super excited and very relieved that we were finally pregnant again after 4 failed attempts at in vitro and three years of trying. Plus, now I was approaching 40 years old which could cause even more problems.
We both knew we were not out of the woods just yet and we would need to get through a successful pregnancy but our excitement was evident. I took it very easy over the next 9 months, being very careful about what I ate and the activities I participated in. But after the 25th week of pregnancy I knew things would be ok.
At 25 weeks, I felt comfortable enough to go create a baby registry. However, while standing in the store I had a meltdown. I called my hubby crying. He was so scared something had happened. I told him that I didn’t know what to put on the registry because everything had changed so much since I had had Tomazye’ 21 years earlier. He gave me some great advice. He said just point and shoot and what we don’t need we will take back later. So, I went about pointing and shooting.
More time passed, and my best friends and sister threw me the most beautiful baby shower ever! It was full of love, glitz and glam just how I like it. Then one day as me and Tomazye’ were shopping in IKEA for a table for the baby’s nursery, my water broke. I told my son we needed to hurry up and get the table (and a towel of course) and leave.
I called the doctor and he told me to come on in and get checked. I made my hubby stop and get me a pizza on the way because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to eat anything once I got to the hospital if I was indeed in labor.
We made it to the hospital. I got checked and was told that I would be having a baby very soon. Six hours later I was finally holding my daughter, Mackenzie Jade Ramsey, in my arms!
Once again, I was crying but this time it was tears of joy because God had answered one of my biggest prayers.
Maybe you have been praying and asking God for a miracle. Well, I’m here to tell you to hold on because God does answer prayers. I hope my story can be an inspiration to you along your journey.
With love xoxox 💞
Kiki, Tomazye and MacKenzie’s mom