Mom & Megan

by Rebecca Huff
(Arizona)

My heart was soaring, but my brain was in a panic. The nurse had just walked into the room and happily exclaimed “Your Pregnant”. Yeah, right I thought to myself. How many times have I heard that before? I had been told all my life because of me being born three month premature I would never be able to have children of my own. At first I didn’t believe the nurse. I though she was full of it. Than came the ultrasound. I saw my baby’s tiny heartbeat on the screen. As I left the hospital I was a ball of happiness, fear, and excitement.

When I got back home I called my fiancé and told him I needed to talk to him. He finally came over at midnight. He ask me what I had been up to and I told him that I had been at the ER all day. He cautiously asked why. I told him with great glee and enthusiasm that I was pregnant.

“But you told me you couldn’t get pregnant!” He shouted.

I began to cry. My worst thought had come true. He didn’t want either one of us. "How much does an abortion cost?" he asked.

“I will not have an abortion!” I said in an angry tone. He left in angry hurry.

I sat miserable on the couch unable to sleep, a thousand thoughts going through my mind. If I have this child can I care for it? Can I raise this child on my own? Will my parents be willing/ able to help? I moved back home 6 weeks later.

When I got home I realized that something was not right with my mom. Finally after much pleading and arguing I got her to go to the doctor, and after many tests they came back with the news that she had a brain tumor. My heart was breaking as I began praying. "Please God don’t take my mom or my baby."

Two weeks later my mom was flown to Las Vegas and the next day was taken into the operating room for brain surgery to see if they could take out the tumor.

As my mom lay on an OR table. I drove back home to pick up my dad, who had finally made it home to be with me and my mom. After spending three weeks in the hospital and the doctor only being able to remove twenty percent of the tumor my mom was transferred to a skilled nursing facility four hours from our home. Finally, one week later she was transferred to a skilled nursing facility in the same town that we live in. I was exhausted between being five months pregnant and traveling one thousand miles a week. I was so happy to be home.

Unfortunately my dad had to leave and go back out on the road as he is a truck driver. So I was left to take care of things on my own. Sadly, five days after my mom came back home she lost her battle with cancer. I will never forget that day as long as I live and it was the worst day of my life. I felt and still feel that a part of me died that day.

Fast forward to December 7th. I had not been feeling very well the last couple of weeks but chalked it up to all of the stress that I had been dealing with. I went to my OB/GYN for my usual appointment and discovered I had high blood pressure and was immediately life-flighted to Phoenix. Twenty-six days later I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. Megan Elizabeth.

My daughter has giving me a renewed sense of life. Sometimes I look at her and can’t believe she is here. I thank God everyday that he gave her to me. She has also taught me that with faith in God and Prayer anything is possible.