"God showed up in a way I couldn’t have imagined" - Mom recounts prenatal diagnosis in light of Dobbs

\"God showed up in a way I couldn’t have imagined\" - Mom recounts prenatal diagnosis in light of DobbsBecky and son Jason (Becky)

This is Jason- 

This is the baby that I was asked to terminate/abort/end the pregnancy/don’t hurt yourself mentally by letting him die. 

You see at 13 weeks I found out he likely wouldn’t live to even be born. I was reminded weekly that “this would be hard,” “you will never mentally recover,” “you may never have other children after the trauma your body will go through.”

IT WAS AWFUL! It was a no-win situation. I felt trapped. I poured my heart out to the Lord and begged him for a miracle. I pleaded with Him to just step in and show the doctors how mighty He was. 

It was gonna be God and me together- showing everyone how a teenager stood up to these doctors. 

But every week the scans showed the same results. More markers and indicators of Trisomy 18. 

My body was doing great, but my spirit was weakening. 

Why was I going through this? Why was every week the same? 

“Mrs. Vail let’s end this now- every week you prolong the inevitable the harder it may be to have another child.” 

I would argue with the doctor. Some weeks I would smile through my arguing, and they would get angry. Some weeks I would yell at them. Some weeks I would cry and beg for them to stop torturing me to make a decision that was not mine. 

They would tell me stories of women who were raped, who were left alone, who got pregnant with the wrong gender child, who were carrying children like my son who had no chance of living outside of the womb. 

They were trying to normalize sin. IT WAS MADDENING! It seemed like a dream that I couldn’t wake up from. 

I mean - it all stems from sin! ALL OF IT! Rape, disease, incest, orgies, unlove, being left alone- all of it is sin. 

I keep hearing that there is more at stake than just abortion- Jeremiah tells us “The heart is deceitful and desperately wicked, who can understand it?” 

Could it be that God knows more than our feeble minds can? That God has the final piece to the puzzle of our life story? 

Tweet This: I keep hearing there is more at stake than just abortion with the Dobbs ruling. Could it be that God knows more than our feeble minds can?   

Children of God - we are COMMANDED to Love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. Then we are commanded to love our neighbors as ourselves. 

Right now, our country is once again divided. Stop looking at all the crazies and take a breath and trust God! We are to love others - even if they don’t stand beside us, but do not back down from the Word of God. 

Don’t make it mean what you want it to mean. Don’t change the story to fit your life. Follow God! 

My story didn’t end the way I wanted. God didn’t give me a perfect baby. He didn’t show up in a flash of light and touch my son. But He was there. 

Not many know but this picture is the moment my son took his last breath. 

Right before this picture Jason opened his eyes and looked at me. He gasped for air and was forcing his little lungs to take breath. 

I wept as he looked in my eyes. I screamed and sobbed and asked him if he could see Jesus. We pleaded with our son to run into His arms if he could. 

In that moment he looked past me, and I saw peace come over his face as his little soul left his body. 

God showed up in a way I couldn’t have imagined. I didn’t want Him to come that way but that was God’s baby. He chose my son to worship Him, and he will continue to worship forever and ever and ever. 

“Be steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord.” 

Editor's note:
Becky lives in Georgia with her family, including two more children. Jason was born July 9, 2006. He lived for 12 days on earth. 

Becky made this post on Facebook because of the Dobbs ruling.

She said of the post:

I want women to understand that doctors bully women into making decisions. They are pressuring us when our emotions are raw. It’s a difficult time and I wanted someone to tell me what to do. I was 19 years old. This was my first pregnancy. I have been diabetic since I was 11 years old and was unsure if I would ever be able to conceive to begin with. I got married at 18 to a marine. We decided to start trying right away. I got pregnant 5 months later and I found out at 13 weeks along that he would likely not live. Jason made it to 39 weeks. Even during delivery, I had to fight the doctors. They wanted to do a DNR for the baby should he go into distress. I wanted to elect to do whatever was necessary to deliver my son.

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