I remember going to the hospital because I could not stop throwing up. I was hugging the toilet. My boyfriend put me in the car and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. I never really got sick, so I knew something was not right.
We arrived at the hospital, I don’t even remember checking in, and I was immediately given something to help make it stop. My head was so foggy, but I do remember the nurse asking me if I was pregnant. Me pregnant, um no, I just graduated valedictorian of high school and have a 4 year scholarship to the state university.
So they decided to run some tests. I didn’t care what they did as long as they could help me. When they came back, the doctor proceeded to tell me that in fact I was pregnant. I remember it was like I was in the room, but I was not in the room. So I just remember thinking, just give me something to feel better so I can get some rest. Like it did not even register to me what the news the doctor just had given me. I went home and rested for two days. Then decided I should face reality and go to the doctor to see if I was really pregnant or if I just had a bug and the test was “wrong.”
Well, you guessed it, the test was correct. I was pregnant. So my boyfriend and I went to his house to tell his parents. And his mom’s response, “I knew it.” The next day he went to work. I met him at his house after he got off work and he had a bag in his hand. He had bought me a ring. He threw the box on my lap and said, “Will you marry me?”
Ummm…what? This was not how it was in the movies! Was this really happening? I mean this guy was 21 and still lived with his parents and he is going to throw a ring at me and just assume because I was pregnant I was going to marry him? Obviously, this guy had no idea who I was. I mean my childhood was a complete mess and I came out pretty good. Okay, I was pregnant, but I had been able to overcome the childhood “mess” without doing drugs or drinking and I had received a four year scholarship. I could do this pregnancy! Sure I knew it would be hard, but I practically raised my two younger brothers. So I knew I could do the mommy thing.
Needless to say I pushed the boyfriend away. I didn’t know what a good husband looked like, but I knew it was not the guy who threw the ring in my lap. So I embraced that I was single and pregnant. No one could do this for me. Little did I know that God had been preparing me my whole life for this very moment. I had a choice to make. I could choose to lie down and let life get the best of me or stand up and be strong and walk thru this thing called life with my head up. The choice for me was easy. I had not made it thru life this far to give up now. I choose to be strong and put one foot in front of the other and see where this path would lead me.
God gave me a son, a gift from above. I named him Grant. His name literally means a gift from God. God knew what I needed and right when I needed it. God has blessed Grant with gifts that are immeasurable. I love that God chose me to be his mom. I pray that his life will be a testimony to the love of God and a Father that gives good gifts in His own perfect timing!
Just as God had formed and created Grant, He also had formed and created a husband just for me! A man that loves God, a man that is willing to lay down his very life for me. A man that when presented with the opportunity to adopt Grant, said yes without hesitation. He didn’t just love me, he loved Grant! God didn’t just bring me a husband, he brought me a father for my son! He brought me a man that was and is willing to show the love of God, the love of a father, and a love that loves beyond boundaries. I didn’t know what a good husband looked like then, but I do now. I am so thankful that I just didn’t marry that guy because I was pregnant. I am so happy and blessed to have waited to marry the guy that pursued God, that pursued me and pursued my heart.
Written by April Franks