On July 4rth, my mom handed me and my sister a present, I had no idea what it was for, my birthday had already passed, even if it was my gift, why was it for my sister too? I opened it up and it was a gift telling us our mother was pregnant. I can remember jumping up and down and continuing to smile constantly. The happiness didn't leave me.
We soon started to schedule doctors appointments and planned everything out. We decided to take a test to tell us whether our baby was healthy or not. Well a week after we took the test, the doctor called us said everything was okay. We rejoiced and praised the Lord. The next day, we went to the doctor's office to look at the baby , but instead, the doctor called my mom and dad in. He said for me and my sister to stay out and wait, so we did. After about 15 minutes, I was starting to worry. Something was wrong. What was it? Why couldn't we go in? Well about 5 minutes after that my mom and dad came out, both looking overwhelmed with disappointment. When we got out of the doctor's office, my dad told us something, but I couldn't hear what he said, but I knew it wasn't good, at all. So my dad repeated himself and he had said, "The baby has downs." It took a while for me to figure out what that meant. I finally figured it out, the baby had down syndrome.
We had been told that the baby was perfectly okay the day before, so this news was very unexpected. We started praying that God would change the baby and make it perfect. We later found out it was a girl and decided on the name Emmy.
We soon had to go to specialists for her. They would look for things that Downs babies have. All together, from what we heard, Emmy was very unhealthy. They said there was a hole in her heart, she had a missing pinky bone, her neck was too thick, she had clubbed feet, her arms and legs were too small for her body, and the fluid in her brain was too high.
Well, when we heard she had a hole in her heart, we were recommended to a heart specialist. Before we the to that specialist, we prayed that she had no hole. We soon went to the heart specialist. The heart specialist saw no hole in her heart. Power of prayer.
When we heard she had no pinky bone. We immediately prayed that her pinky bone would appear. And guess what? The next appointment, she had one! Power of Prayer.
All the rest of the stuff the doctor told us that was wrong with her, we couldn't find out until she was born. From there on out we prayed for a perfect baby. You know what? After about a month, I had complete faith that she was perfect. We'd seen God work already with her pinky bone and heart. That was enough. She was going to be perfect.
February 18th, 2015, at exactly 7:00o'clock a.m. Emmy was born. My sister and I were at home, jumping up and down, waiting impatiently for the news to hear whether or not she was perfect. When I talked to my mom, I asked, "Is she perfect!?" my mom said "No, they're doing tests on her right now."
Boy oh boy. I felt hopeless. She. Wasn't. Perfect. What were our prayers about?! What was the meaning of them! I was so crushed. I was for sure she was okay, but my mother told me she wasn't. What?! I could've cried.
We visited my mom in the hospital later that day. Emmy wasn't in the room when we arrived, she was still being tested. We waited in the small hospital room and watched T.V. It was about a hour until they actually brought her in. I was anxious to see her, hoping to be able to say, "She doesn't look downs at all!", but I couldn't say it. She looked downs, but I found her adorable. For the thirty minutes I held her, I grew more ad more attached. I didn't want to leave her. By the time I was done holding her, I didn't want her to be "perfect" I wanted her to be who she was because she was perfect to me.
When my sister was holding her, I realized, she wasn't clubbed foot. She had the sweetest and cutest legs ever. Her arms and legs were perfect size. She may not be perfect in the worlds eyes, but she is in the Lord's and my eyes. And that's all that matters.
