This is a photo of a luna moth that I took one morning on the way into my office. You don’t spot them very often. They only fly at night, only live one week, and in some areas are actually considered an endangered species.
So why the biology lesson? Well, this particular type of moth has a really special meaning to me. I don’t think I’ve shared this story before so I’m going to tell it to you today.
David and I tried to have a baby for a really long time, like seven years long, with no success. We had finally given up and decided to adopt a baby through child protective services. As part of that process we had to take a TB test. I scheduled mine the week after my brother’s wedding and towards the end of the required classes.
I was really stressed from helping plan my brother’s wedding… plus hello, my BABY brother was getting married! Also this was one of the first major events after my Dad passed away. To say it was emotional would be an understatement. I was pretty much a sobbing mess, which is unusual for me because I never cry.
Here I was early one morning getting dressed to go to the doctor’s office and then work. I was running through my mind all of the things that I wanted to talk to the doctor about, and the questions that they were going to ask me, when I realized that I couldn’t remember the date of my last cycle. I stood there thinking about it for awhile when I finally came to the conclusion that I was late. That was a complete first for me.
I had some pregnancy tests left over from when we were trying so I took one. I took a shower and then looked at the test. There seemed to be a very faint pink line. Huh? That was a first too. But it was so faint that obviously I was just imagining things. I threw the test in the garbage and continued getting dressed. After a few more minutes I dug it out of the trash and looked at it again. This went on off and on until I left the house.
I arrived at the doctor’s office and told him why I was there and all of concerns. Almost as an aside I mentioned to the nurse taking my stats that I was late, but I couldn’t be pregnant “We tried for seven years. I can’t get pregnant.” She immediately led me to a restroom and made me give a urine sample. I went back to the appointment room and completely forgot about the test.
The doctor came in and we talked about everything. Then he threw out, “oh by the way, you’re pregnant.” I immediately burst into tears. Like the great, big, ugly cry. It was nasty. Then I completely stopped and said, “you better not be joking!” He looked at me like I was insane and assured me that he wasn’t. I didn’t believe him. He had the nurse bring in the pregnancy test.
I continued to cry through the rest of the appointment, all of the testing I was there for, and all the way into the parking garage. I called David right away, and while bawling told him, “I’m pregnant.”
He very calmly said, “I know.”
See David prays every morning on the way to work without fail. That’s his thing. He prays about us and his family and anything else that needs to be prayed about. That is his alone time with God and he takes advantage of it.
That morning he had to stop for gas. He got out of the truck, after finishing his prayers, and started pumping gas. He got back in the truck and there on the dash was a luna moth. A great big, beautiful, rare moth was just sitting there inside his truck. He very carefully picked it up and let it out of the truck. And it was then that he just knew. It was a sign to him that his prayers had been answered.
And that is why to this day I can’t see a luna moth without a tear stinging the back of my eyes.
This post is being linked up with Parenting by Dummies for Wordful Wednesday and Things I Can’t Say for Pour Your Heart Out.