One of my best friends, Beth, found out she was pregnant at the end of February. The story gets better: she found out she was having twins! The babies were due at Halloween, but Beth knew they would probably come earlier than that. Her two older boys came a little early, so she figured the twins would too.
Oh, was she ever right!
Beth has been limiting her activities since an amniocentesis in May. Last Monday, Beth’s water broke. She was 28 weeks pregnant. I know from past experiences with other friends that in utero babies are viable at 26 weeks. That doesn’t guarantee no complications, but it means that 26 weeks is a huge milestone.
Beth was rushed to the hospital, and doctors stopped her contractions. She and her family made plans for her to stay in the hospital for an extended time. Her mom and sisters would watch her older boys when her firefighter husband was at work pulling 48 hour shifts. Beth settled in for the long haul, but it lasted less than five days.
Early Friday morning, I got a call as I was preparing breakfast for my kids. Beth asked if I received a text that was sent to me. I said no and asked why. She told me she had the babies at 3:30 that morning. They just wouldn’t wait any longer! My heart leapt into my throat as I was afraid to ask how the twins were. She said they were doing very well and told me their stats. Owen was born first, weighing 1 pound 13 ounces. Finn was born second, weighing 3 pounds 7 ounces.
Later that afternoon, I got a babysitter for Jackson and went to the hospital to see Beth and her new sons.
Do you have any idea what it’s like to look on a tiny baby like these, and know – without a doubt – that God’s love is infinite and complete? It is breathtaking. Stunning. Magical. There is no way that you can see these babies in person and then profess that God does not exist.
I have witnessed two miracles. Their names are Finn and Owen.