My husband and I have been married for seven years. And I can boldly say my marriage is a beautiful one. We have been blessed with three beautiful children; six, four, and twelve months old. Before we came to be at this place of happiness, we had to go through some trials. It was at the end of it all that I came to understand that all things work together for our good. I want to share our story with you in hopes that you will be encouraged to be steadfast in your faith.

Our first two children were easy. By that I mean, I didn’t go through any stress to conceive them. My husband and I did the thing and I got pregnant. And the pregnancies were uneventful. The only thing that bothered me was that both children were boys. And my husband has always wanted a female child. So I believed if I had a third child, it would be a girl. That’s how I started trying for another baby in 2021.

I did some exercises and went on specific diets to pray my body and mind for conception. Then my husband and I started having lots of shuperu. I expected it to happen like it did with the previous pregnancies but it was not the case. We had shuperu every day of every week for months but I kept testing negative at the end of each month. After six months of no pregnancy, I became worried and didn’t understand why I was taking so long to conceive.

My husband comforted me, “Don’t worry dear. We have two kids so we know we are medically fine. Let’s not rush God’s timeline. He will give us another baby in his own time.” I took comfort in his words and I trusted in God’s time. And by His grace, I conceived. I was so happy when it finally happened. However, my happiness was short-lived as I lost the baby. I didn’t think I would ever experience that kind of loss in my life. I don’t think anyone does. The pain I felt was otherworldly.

I thought that was the worst of it until I got pregnant again. The urine and blood tests both read positive. But there was no baby in my womb when we took a pelvic scan. That was not the news I wanted to hear. I felt devastated but the doctor told me not to worry. He said the pregnancy might be too early for the scan to detect. I was scheduled to return in a month for another scan.

When we went back to the hospital the news was still the same. I showed visible signs of pregnancy but the scan said I was not. I did yet another pregnancy test and still read positive. When I saw the results  I broke down in tears. “I had it easy the first two times so why am I going through all this stress now? What has changed?” I asked God this but I didn’t get an answer.

Before I left the hospital the doctor asked me to return the following week so they could operate on me. I went home with an emptiness the size of a newborn in my heart. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I am grateful that my husband was my rock through it all. He held me together when I was falling apart and he encouraged me when I felt all hope was lost.

A night before my operation, I went down on my knees and had a heart-to-heart conversation with God. I told God, “I went through two CS for my two kids. The pain was worth it each time because I held my babies in my arms. I do not want to go through it a third time and come out empty-handed. Please whatever is going on, either let the scan show I am pregnant or let me miscarry.” I went to the hospital the next day and the final test results read negative. There were no more signs of pregnancy. And the scan confirmed it. I was sent home without any surgery.

It happened in December 2021 that I got pregnant again. This time around there were no complications. It was an easy experience. And I convinced myself that I was going to have a girl.

My due date was 6th July 2022, but my water broke on 15th June 2022. I was not ready. I was rushed to the hospital and was given some medications. I don’t remember what happened next. The next thing I knew I was awake and my baby was crying. I was too weak to see his face or hold him.

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He weighed 1.8 kg so he was sent NICU. That night I had a dream that my baby was dead. I prayed to God and had a covenant with him to heal my baby and make him live. I told God that in return for his mercy, I will share my story with people all over the world so they will see how magnificent He is.

When I finally went to see my baby I cried. He was all alone and looking tiny in the incubator. I couldn’t hold him or breastfeed him. I fed him with a measuring cup for three days before we were sent home. The journey was not easy when we got home. He was so small his clothes couldn’t fit him. Then at some point, he had jaundice and the nurses at the hospital insulted me because of it. I was constantly on edge that I would lose my child, but God came through for us.

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After all our ups and downs, my son is alive and well. Today, he weighs 11 kg at twelve months. I wanted a girl child so badly but with everything we went through to have him, I don’t care about the sex. I love him more than anything. And I am sharing our story to honour my side of the covenant I made with God.

I am also sharing this to encourage everyone who is looking for a child to put all their trust in the Lord. He is the only one who will never disappoint us. He did it for me and He will do it for you too, just trust Him.

—Akos

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