Introducing Our 2% Odds!
Actually, I should say, "Introducing the LESS than two percent odds!" You see, in the Fall of 1998, a very important doctor at the Genetics and IVF Institute outside Washington, DC, looked at Dan and said the following: "You have a less than 2% chance of EVER fathering children on your own without the help of science!"
Sound crazy? Thousands of couples like us have found themselves in similar situations as they sit in a doctor's office, following numerous tests, for news on how they can conceive a baby. It's not like we don't know "where babies come from;" but, why was it that, for Dan and I, it.just.wasn't.happening?!
And it wasn't for lack of practice, I can assure you! It's funny, you know... I'm not much for practicing anything at all. I prefer improvisational drama over countless rehearsals; I thrive on multi tasking; I can't follow the same recipe twice; I don't work out because the repetitiveness bores me to tears. But ask me to practice making a baby and I'm all ears! This was the most fun goal oriented "practice" I ever encountered.
Except we weren't meeting the "goal".
Funny thing... science. It sure can answer a whole lot of questions. And that doctor had it right down to something crazy called an acrozome reaction. He was certain that the answer to our unmet "goal" was something called ICSI; or intra cytoplasmic sperm injection.
Now that's a mouthful, isn't it! But guess what? With all the science, research, and education of those doctors we saw way back in 1998, no one can answer how it is that today, Monday, October 25th, 2010, the Hott family is celebrating the birthday of this little guy: Isaac Daniel Hott!
So, happy birthday to you, Isaac! Seven years ago this very day at 8:01 a.m., I burst the blood vessels in my eyeballs delivering you and your enormous head; all 8 lbs 14 oz of your 22 inch bundle of joy!
"Joy; an additional reason why the name Isaac was appropriate for (our) child. LAUGH……… In other words rejoice with me!" In the Bible, the name chosen for their son of promise was an unusual name, Isaac, meaning "laughter." It was an appropriate name, however, for every time they would speak his name, they would remember how they had laughed at God’s promise (Genesis 17:17;18:12), a laugh of amazement in Abraham’s case, and of doubt in Sarah’s case. They would also remember the great joy they shared when Isaac was finally born."
Like the Bible tells us about Sarah and Abraham, Dan and I (not the youngest parents in Berkeley Springs) were amazed to find ourselves expecting; especially after the odds given to us. So, it too seemed appropriate that we give our son the name Isaac, meaning laughter. Not only is it Dan's middle name, but it is also ingrained in the character of this little man. Laughter! Joy! Rejoice! And Praises for a gift that beat all the odds.
"Then the Lord said to Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh and say,
'Will I really have a child, now that I am old?'
Is anything too hard for the Lord?" Genesis 18:14
Like Sarah, I laughed with God when he told me that I was carrying baby Isaac. I celebrated the miracle of these odds as I heard him say "I have a baby for you!" even before I bought that first pregnancy test. Somehow, I just knew. Isn't that crazy? I must admit, I was in denial for a few weeks trying to figure out what was going on with my body and why my boobs seemed not my own. Unable to ask this question to our family doctor (whom I went to high school with), I googled the possible options. About seventh on the list was pregnancy. Still unwilling to call "Dr. Paul" (and unwilling to show him my boobs), I continued to hear, really, God "laughing" with his secret.
When I finally called, Dan was headed to Atlanta for a meeting with Chevron. I had to drive to Hagerstown and tell him the results in person. It was hard to believe! So, as he left for the airport, I went back to Berkeley Springs, WV, with confirmation of our mystery. It was a long three days until he got home so we could celebrate.
When we brought Isaac home from the hospital, Verna (my midwife) asked us what we wanted for birthday control. Dan and I just looked at each other. "Nah.... we don't need that! This (Isaac) wasn't supposed to happen. We'll be fine!"
And fine we are. Because 15 months later, Levi was born! So, I guess you could say that "practice makes perfect," right?
Or..., there really is NOTHING too hard for our Lord!