We were in the doctor’s office waiting for the results of David’s scan when the doctor’s bubbly blonde nurse came in to take David’s vitals. She was friendly enough and the three of us began to chat about insurance and hospital costs (an ever-present topic on our minds this past summer). Ms. Bubbly had given birth to a baby a couple of months earlier and was complaining about her 8,500 dollar hospital bill. To us the bill mess paled in comparison to the miracle of a baby and we gave her our congratulations to which she smirked back,
“Don’t bother it’s my third.”
David and l cut our eyes at each other as if to say, that was a weird answer.
The doctor sauntered in, plopped down in the swivel chair by the computer and gave us the news we were waiting to hear. David’s PET scan was clear. That was it, he was done and the nurse stepped back in to finish up the paperwork. I noticed she was wearing a protective boot on her foot. You know the kind you wear when you break your ankle. So I asked the obvious question.
“What happened to your foot?”
With a slight hint of disgust in her voice and a half-hearted laugh she looked down at the boot and said, “This is how I got pregnant.”
With that answer you know we had to press her for more details.
She went on to explain how a year ago she had an ingrown toenail which she didn’t take care of properly and in time got infected and caused her to need antibiotics which rendered her birth control ineffective and well, she got pregnant. Thus the 8500 dollar hospital bill she was complaining about. Oh, and she’s wearing a boot because she finally had her toe treated correctly which I’m guessing was not too pretty.
As nurse Bubbly hobbled out of the room we looked at each other and had to laugh at the ridiculous-ness of the story. Who would think an ingrown toenail could get you pregnant? But that’s the sense of humor of God.
I’m no Pollyanna but I can always find a blessing within the bizarre. And when things are bizarre in the normal order of life, you can bet your sweet patootie God is in the mix. What Ms. Bubbly (sorry I just can’t remember her name) thought was a mess David and I considered a miracle.
A baby can be nothing less.
And God obviously wanted this baby to be born even if it took a sore toe to make things happen. It makes me wonder what God has in store for this child’s life? What will Ms. Bubbly’s baby do to bring his heavenly Father glory?
I pondered these same questions this morning as I watched our own miracle, Henderson Ray, move around the sonogram screen. Perfect little hands and feet ready to one day do God’s work. I wonder what glory he’ll bring to his Lord?
In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16