High Risk Pregnancies

In 2017, I was beaming with joy, pregnant with a baby boy. I could hardly contain my excitement. I had always wanted a son, and God had finally answered that prayer.

But underneath the excitement was quiet anxiety.

Around that time, my doctor shared that our bundle was at risk of not growing at a normal rate.

“Say what?”

I had heard something similar before.

Back in 2012, when I was pregnant with my daughter, I found out I had fibroids. The doctors warned they could grow and affect her development. I was overwhelmed with fear. I cried. I worried every single day about my little princess. I prayed over my womb daily, asking God not to let those fibroids grow—and He did just that.

My daughter arrived two weeks early, perfectly healthy.

However, what happened after her birth was life-threatening for me.

After delivery, I became unconscious. For the first 24 hours of my daughter’s life, my husband watched doctors rush into action to save mine. My blood pressure skyrocketed. They feared I would have a seizure that could leave me permanently brain-damaged.

The hardest part? I don’t remember any of it. My husband witnessed it all.

Today, I am grateful to be alive and to have a thriving little girl—now six years old and taller than 95% of kids her age.

Round 2… Here we go again.

“Mrs. David, the test results are in. You and your husband share a rare gene that may prevent the fetus from growing at a normal rate.”

Yup. Here we go again.

Because of this diagnosis, I had to go in for monthly sonograms to measure the baby’s growth. Every appointment felt like holding my breath.

Did he grow?
That was the question on repeat in my mind.

Until the doctor said, “Looking good,” I was a nervous wreck. The fear of losing this child tried to steal my joy. Honestly, had it not been for my faith, I don’t think I would have made it through.

This pregnancy brought gestational diabetes, preeclampsia—everything you can imagine. But I kept reminding myself:

I’ve been here before. If God did it then, He will do it again.

Despite the constant appointments, blood work, and monitoring, I made a decision. I was going to find my joy.

Months later, I celebrated at my baby shower surrounded by loved ones. Just one month before my due date, my final sonogram showed baby boy’s growth was right on track.

My joy returned. I was finally able to anticipate the arrival of my little prince.

So what was the verdict?

The day arrived, and I was wheeled into the operating room. Fear tried to creep back in as I remembered what happened after my daughter’s birth. I asked them to play my worship playlist, grabbed my husband’s hand, and began to pray.

Twenty minutes later, our handsome baby boy arrived, healthy and full term.

But the journey wasn’t over.

After delivery, my blood pressure spiked again. It was so severe that I had to remain in the hospital for an entire week. All I wanted was to go home and enjoy my newborn, but once again, I was battling the aftermath of a high-risk pregnancy.

Six days later, I finally walked out of that hospital with my son in my arms.

I share this for the mom who may be walking through a high-risk pregnancy right now.

You can make it.
You will make it.
Don’t lose hope.

God is still a miracle worker.

How do I know?

Because I’ve walked this road—twice—and now have two beautiful gifts to show for it.

God is FAITHFUL.

Every pregnant mother places her life on the line to bring another life into the world. It’s a risk we willingly take for these precious blessings.

So whatever you are facing today, remember:
God will finish what He started.

Enjoy the moment.
Trust the Master.
And get ready for your blessing.