First Ultra sound

Our first ultra sound was on June 18th. We had been looking forward to this first US and getting to see baby and hear a heartbeat for the first time. I laid down and the tech rubbed the jelly on my belly and got started. Several minutes went by I could tell she was getting nervous. She kept scanning over baby but wasn't showing us a heart beat. She asked me a lot of questions about my fibroid tumor etc. and I could tell she was buying time. She finally said "It's probably too early for a regular US so we will have to change for a vaginal one. While waiting for the tech to come back I told Brad "This doesn't look good, I am nervous." He said the same thing and I started praying "God I give this to you and place it in your hands" They brought a doctor in with them (which is never a good sign) who started talking to us while the tech started the vaginal US. "There are 3 things we look for at your first US. 1- Are you pregnant? The answer is, yes, you are pregnant. 2- Is it an ectopic pregnancy? The answer is no, it isn't. 3- Is there a heart beat........" 
Then there was silence. The tech was still searching with the probe. My heart began to sink into the pit of my stomach and I started crying. I began to re-live a nightmare and had flashbacks to when we were sitting in the hospital finding out that Liam was gone. 
Then with much enthusiasm, the tech said, "There it is!!! There's the heart beat"
Sure enough we saw baby and the heart beating away. I began asking questions "Is it beating fast enough, does everything look right'? They measured baby and printed off pictures for us. 
When the doc and tech left the room Brad and I embraced, cried, and let out a huge sigh of relief. That was too close for comfort and we both started praising God that our baby was alive! 

God has brought us through so much already in this pregnancy. From getting pregnant right away to that first ultra sound, through loosing 9 pounds in 3 weeks from vomiting and not being able to eat, to being in the hospital for 2 days due to dehydration, to ER visit for extreme constipation, to thrush, a rash on my legs that lasted 4 weeks, to a different infection. 
If he can bring and baby safely through all that how much more can he bring us through. He can bring me from the valley to the mountain top. I know he is in the business of blessing his children. I know he has called me to be a mother, and I know that I am a mother to Liam and will be a good mother to baby Felty #2 and all my future children. 
I trust in the one that formed Liam, my perfect baby boy, and the God that is forming this baby even now. 
I can't wait to see his miracles unfold!