Turns Out Vasectomies Can Be Reversed

Posted: January 4, 2015 in Prophetic Dreams

How can we have more children if it is impossible? Well, turns out that be scraping together enough money for what Kaiser considers an “elective” surgery, you can be sent to a specialist in San Francisco (though we are told they usually do them here in Sacramento — but for us this surgeon should be used. Hmmm….).  “What if it is not successful and nothing happens?” my husband asks. I say we will have been faithful to God’s vision. We can only change what it is possible to change, then leave the rest in His capable hands. The surgery date, June 23rd, is during my summer vacation from teaching — nothing memorable — until much later.

Recovery is horrible. Much pain…swelling…I think, “How are those tiny micro highways ever going to function?” We go on with life. Time passes and I take our eldest daughter, JM, to Mother Daughter camp at Mt. Hermon in the Santa Cruz mountains for a spring weekend near my birthday.  They are the same rustic concrete floor – no bathroom – cabins I stayed in during summer camp as a child.  One of the children has brought a baby of all things staying in a bunk bed.  I’ve never seen a mom bring a baby to camp before. I feel sort of “off” that weekend and think, “Wait! Is God trying to tell me something?”  When I see the positive pregnancy test Sunday night, I tell God, “You are really amazing! You could foresee this child when I could not!” She was due January 11th which made sense to me since both her older siblings were born on the 11th.  We drove as a family to Pasadena’s Rose Parade on January 1st from our home in the Northern California foothills. Plenty of time I thought. My dad, a loving practical man, bought us a car seat for the journey back home on lonely Highway 5 — the backbone of California — just in case. I went back to work for one day, January 3rd, at the end of Christmas vacation (in order for maternity leave to begin in January not December) and bid a fond good-bye to my 6th grade class.

On my first morning of maternity leave, I had just finished cooking breakfast and settled on the couch with coffee to enjoy this delicious unexpected leisure, my water broke.  What?  I hadn’t even bought a diaper pail yet. I called Kaiser and hopefully asked if delivery could be put off for a few days. They said, “Don’t eat that breakfast. Get in here. You’re having a baby today. God chooses everyone’s perfect birthdays for us. Hers is 1-04-01.  Our first miracle child. God chooses the perfect month — January — a reward for obedience that replaces original vasectomy in January. Will this be our only miracle child? I am now 40 years old.

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