Page 97 of Muskoka Miracle

“Dr. McKinnon thought it was an error.”

“Well, my opinion is that it’s an improvement.”

Oh, thank You God.“But what about the amniocentesis that Dr. McKinnon recommended? Doesn’t that have a risk of miscarriage?”

“Mm.” Dr. Feldman had tilted her head. “I think I’d prefer to wait a few more weeks and use an ultrasound. But really, the best diagnosis happens at birth or shortly after. So in order to keep your mind at ease, I’d be recommending that.”

“Thank you.”

Dr. Feldman had smiled. “So, I’d advise for you to make the most of this time as much as possible, because this is the last time you’ll be able to put your feet up for a while. At least for eighteen years.” She’d winked. “So my prescription for the Mummy-to-be is to relax.”

Mummy. Her heart tickled with excitement.

She placed a hand over her abdomen, felt a flutter in response, and she got her mum and sister to feel the baby.

“Oh, he or she feels like a strong one.”

“You’re not going to find out the sex?”

“No. It doesn’t matter. The main thing is that’s it’s healthy.”

“What’s the doctor saying?”

She told them of Dr. Feldman’s opinions, then confessed some of what Dr. McKinnon had said, earning gasps in return. “Oh, Sarah. No wonder you were so stressed.”

“He kept going on about birth defects, thanks to our chromosome incompatibility.” She groaned. “I know I’m supposed to be a woman of faith, but it was like his words slid in and even though I’m feeling a lot better, sometimes I still can’t help but feel afraid.”

“Every child is a precious gift,” her mother said.

“That’s what we believe, but he wasn’t even confident that we’d make it to a point of viability.”

“Point of viability.” Bek made a face. “That’s an awful phrase when you consider we’re talking about a child.”

“I know.” Sarah winced. “And I know I should’ve told Dan about this new doctor, but I couldn’t face another round of Dr. McKinnon, especially by myself.”

“It sounds like God has led you to the better doctor, even if the way you went about it wasn’t perhaps as it should be.” Mum squeezed her hand. “Just keep talking to Dan, Sarah. You know that closing things off isn’t good for you.”

She touched her belly. Or good for the baby.

“Well, how about we pray?” Mum said.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and her sister and mother held her hands and prayed. Prayed for wisdom for the doctors, wisdom for Sarah and Dan to go forward, blessing on their marriage, protection on Sarah’s health, and for the baby. And their prayers of faith surrounded her, feeding faith, like a shield. And she relaxed and remembered her God was able to do anything, He could be trusted, and she could trust Him with it all.

“In the mighty name of Jesus, Amen.”

“Amen and Amen.” She sighed. “Thank you.”

“And thankyou,” Bek said. “I certainly didn’t expect my time here to mostly consist of lying around catching up on my fill of entertainment gossip and luxury living.”

“I’m sorry it’s been a trial.”

“I’m prepared to forgive you.”

“That’s my girls,” Mum said, which drew their laughter.

Peace settled across her soul, just like it did each time she visited Muskoka.

This break away, organized by Dan, had proved the perfect respite after several tumultuous months. And time with her family had filled her heart’s cup to the brim. So much that she almost felt like she could face Christmas with Dan’s family again.

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