My Baby

Yesterday I was lying still resting, meditating on the fact that the little movements I was feeling in my stomach were so much more than a glob of human cells dividing to form a potential human. My baby has a steady consistent heartbeat-which can rise or fall in speed based upon the stresses it goes through, all his/her organs are present and continuing to develop, the fingerprints that my baby will have for the rest of it's life are formed by now, my baby now has hair on it's body, my baby can suck it's thumb in my womb.

I know that babies are living real people at the point of conception. There are enough biblical, philosophical and medical arguments to more than prove it. But when I feel the movement of life within me, and the bond I already know exists between myself and my child, I know that my baby is fearfully and wonderfully made by God, I know the miracle living inside me has a soul that is infinitley known by God. I am alreay in love with my baby. I do not love a bunch of human cells, I love a soul. Any woman who cannot love the soul of her child until she sees it in her arms, believing that that's the point of life, really misses out. She misses out on 9 months of loving, getting to know, bonding with, mothering, and marveling at the life that is. I greatly pity this woman.

I thank you LORD, for the soul your loving hand causes to grow within me.