It was 1979 and I was carrying my first child.  I didn’t know the Lord yet. That wouldn’t happen until 4 years later. But things were going well with my pregnancy.  I was approaching the 9th month and the doctor said that all was well.

I had noticed that I had not felt my baby moving or kicking. I read in a book that towards the end, the baby’s movement sometimes slows down, so I tried not to worry. I went for my appointment with the obstetrician.

One thing that did bother me was that my friends who were having babies spoke about hearing the baby’s heartbeat on the doppler machine.  My doctor didn’t use that.  He would listen using a stethoscope.

It had been about three days since I had felt movement.  The doctor listened with the stethoscope and told the nurse that the fetal heartbeat was good. After…