For me, the most amazing transformation were the stages of pregnancy. It wasn’t planned but I was thrilled when I got the news that I was pregnant. During those 41 weeks, I marveled at the changes of my body and was amazed at the relentless hunger pangs that plagued me. I was told that I was eating for two when I was actually eating for myself. The baby took whatever nourishment he needed. I was curious to see the stages of development so I visited the Baby Centre site to find out, What does your baby look like now? It was an eye-opening experience. I couldn’t believe that in nine months, that little tadpole would transform into a baby with beautifully formed limbs, ten toes, ten fingers and a head of hair. Open day, those tiny lungs would get their first gulp of air. I couldn’t wait to welcome my baby into the world.
My pregnancy not only changed my life, but it deepened my love and appreciation for the God who had made this possible. “Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward” (Psalm 127:3). God’s loving fingers had knitted the life growing inside me. He clothed him with skin and flesh and knitted him together with bones and sinews (Job 10:11).
I will never forget the moment I first held my son in my arms. My arms ached to hold him and when the nurse gently lowered him into them, I felt as if my heart would stop beating. The love I felt as I gazed down into that sweet little face was almost too much to bear. Tears come to my eyes even I write these words. At long last I was holding the life that had been covered in my womb (Psalm 139:13). The transformation was complete. I was holding the miracle of life in my arms. I never imagined that I would have a child in my forties. Yet, there I was holding my first and only child and he was perfect. He was “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14). I made a promise that I would be the best mother that he could ever hope for, with God’s help.