As a father of four, I understand the mix of anticipation and apprehension that goes into the first few doctor visits during a pregnancy. We have never had to deal with any difficulties, and I pray we never do. It is one of the scariest things in my life to think about. For others, it is a reality they have to live with.
KansasCity.com chronicled the pregnancy of Jessica Weatherford and her husband Dave. They knew early in the pregnancy that their son, Zeke, would not live long following the birth. They relied on faith and family for support.
It is a strong story of a couple’s love for their child.
Their baby boy will not endure beyond Jessica’s womb. Zeke, they have named him, short for Ezekiel, meaning God is my strength. Jessica wanted to name him soon after the diagnosis. She wanted him to be as real to the world as he already was to her.
Dave, 35, is her best friend. He has helped carry her grief during this months-long journey. He has shared her laughter, prayers, tears. This has been his walk, too.
The doctor tugs hard and between his hands a tiny head appears, covered in wet curls.
Jessica feels her husband’s hand gripping hers. He’s as scared as she is.
The operating room is eerily quiet as everyone looks to Zeke.
Jessica has prayed that she will see beauty instead of her son’s deformities. She’s prayed that the sadness she knows is coming won’t rip her heart beyond repair. She’s prayed too that maybe God will work a miracle, make Zeke whole and perfect.
But after four months of medical tests, she’s not blinded to reality.
She knows that God has already performed one miracle: Zeke is alive.
When people at work ask me how I’m doing, I usually answer with, “Better than I deserve.”
When I read this article, I thought, “Four healthy kids. I am more blessed than I am worthy.” I may start answering with that now.
There is an audio photo gallery, but some viewer discretion is advised. I didn’t see anything too graphic. But have some tissues handy. And go hug your kid.
