Today you will hear part of Alaina Hiatt’s Genesis 5020. Alaina is a dear friend to me and a constant encouragement. I have known Alaina for many years. Our friendship started out a bit rough. When I first met her she was dating my best friend’s ex-boyfriend (Alaina ended up marrying him), so of course I had to hate her, right? Thankfully, God got a hold of me and showed me how completely silly I was being. Actually, God brought Alaina into my life when I was praying for a Christian friend, she was there all along.
Patrick and I walked beside Alaina and her husband Kelly, as they went through the pain and sorrow of their story. I am forever changed by the strength and faith the two of them displayed as they travelled that road. Hope (the Hiatt’s first-born daughter) will live in many people’s hearts and she has changed many people’s lives. I pray you will be blessed by Hope’s Story.
by Alaina Hiatt
It was early March 2003. I knew I hadn’t been feeling quite like myself, and my period was late. I was usually quite regular, but I figured the stress of another tax season was getting to me, as I worked for a CPA firm.
One Friday night as I left the office, the thought crossed my mind “Wouldn’t it be crazy if I was pregnant?” I chuckled and thought I could pick up a pregnancy test—it’d be easier than a stress test!
Once I reached the store, I couldn’t believe how expensive pregnancy tests were, so I bought the cheapest one. As I walked out the door with my purchase, I was thinking that the cheap test probably wouldn’t work anyway! But I quickly found out when I got home that I was indeed pregnant.
At first, I was stunned. We had only been married a year and a half, and at 22, I didn’t think I was ready to have a baby. I had thought that we’d start a family someday, but not today. But as I was finding out, God had other plans for us.
We struggled with how to tell our parents, both sides would be first-time grandparents! We created the “First Time Grandparents Survival Kits” which contained a Veggie Tales movie and a storybook, among other things.
We couldn’t wait to see what was to come…girl or boy didn’t matter, we just knew that this baby would be a special part of our lives. Our family and friends were also thrilled—we received congratulations cards for days!
At our first doctor’s appointment in late March, the nurse practitioner did an ultrasound to confirm our due date and to see a heartbeat. She thought my days were a little off, so she sent me for a second ultrasound at the hospital to confirm. At my second ultrasound, the tech thought the baby was on the small side, but she didn’t see a reason to change my due date. So, baby was due to arrive around November 4, 2003.
When I went to my next doctor’s appointment, we couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat with the Doppler, so the doctor did another ultrasound, which confirmed the heartbeat.
Each one of those early pictures meant so much to me!! I knew the baby was small, but neither my husband nor I are large people, so I didn’t really dwell on it.
Fast forward to our 20-week ultrasound, which we scheduled for June 18, 2003—which happened to be my husband’s 30th birthday.
I was really hoping that we would get there and my husband would decide that a great birthday gift was to find out the sex of our baby. Both of our moms were with us—neither of them had an ultrasound with their kids, so they were just as excited as we were to see our baby on the screen.
The ultrasound tech seemed very preoccupied as she worked. I had to ask her how long the baby was and the weight of the baby, and I had to repeatedly ask what we were looking at. She stopped at one point and said, “I’m sorry—I always tell couples these things—I must be really out of it today.”
About halfway through the ultrasound, another tech came to the door and asked that all of the pictures of my ultrasound be sent to the radiographer. My tech chuckled and told us that their printer hadn’t been working, so if she sent every picture through, the radiographer should get at least a couple of them.
A few minutes later, the other tech came to the door again and said that the radiographer wanted to see my tech. We were left waiting while they conferenced outside.
When our tech came back into the room, she wanted to make sure we were heading straight to our doctor’s office for our appointment. We confirmed that we were, and I asked her for a picture, which she had never printed for me. She had me lay back down while she hurried to get me a print out.
We got a picture of our baby’s face—how precious! As we left the ultrasound area, our tech wished us luck. We were so excited as we headed to our doctor’s office, never knowing what was coming.
Have any of you been there, in a doctor’s office, or getting an ultrasound and you weren’t sure what was going on, but something didn’t feel right? Share you experience.