Perhaps the most worrisome part of this past year was waiting for Micah’s arrival. Both Lindsay (nearly three months) and Jacque (about two months) came early, so the odds were high of an early delivery. Cindy’s OB-GYN was well-aware of that likelihood, so he kept a close eye on her progress. Dr. Folley was a great blessing for us in a time when we needed more comfort than ever. A believer in Christ, he regularly prayed with us in his office and assured us that God was caring for our little one.
If there was anything good about not having a fulltime job (as the one charged with leaving the cave, killing something, and dragging it home), it’s that Cindy and I became reacquainted with one another. After a decade of marriage we were very close—best friends and partners in our ministry of raising our girls to love Jesus and others. But in the eight months I went without a fulltime job, our marriage—our covenant to one another—grew more durable. The financial pressure would have strained most relationships, but our trust in God’s provision kept us focused and in fact helped us become more resilient. With her belly growing larger, the urgency escalating, and my job hunt producing little hope, Cindy spoke to my shattered confidence and reminded me of the gifts God had given and the purpose He had for me. I prize her above rubies.
I accompanied Cindy to the regular doctor’s visits, including weekly progesterone injections, a regimen Dr. Folley recommended, which would minimize the chances of an early delivery. Very often, Cindy and I would have lunch together afterward or go grocery shopping. Due to the leak in our emergency fund, we weren’t able to do a lot to prepare for our baby’s arrival, as far as decorating and stocking the nursery, but we made far more significant preparations in strengthening our family (including Mom and Dad’s relationship) for the addition.
(We are extremely grateful to Julie M., Libby N., and Laurie M. for hosting Cindy’s baby shower, and to all those who supplied us with so much of what we’d need, considering it had been nearly a decade since our girls were babies.)
Lindsay and Jacque loved having me home. I would walk them to the bus stop in the morning, or if it was ruthlessly cold, I would drive them, myself not wanting to suffer the frigid conditions. As we neared Cindy’s due date, the girls would inquire anxiously when I picked them up whether Micah had come that day while they were at school. That day would eventually come. Though initially ambivalent about adding a baby to the family, they had become increasingly eager for his coming, especially after they accompanied us to Cindy’s ultrasound in late winter when we learned she was expecting a boy. Contented they wouldn’t have to share their room with another girl, since we were looking to adopt a boy (more on that later), Lindsay and Jacque began to offer their suggestions for a name.
We contemplated many different monikers, including David, which I’d wanted to dub Jacque, before she was born and we found out she was a girl. (Cindy had been sure the baby she’d been carrying was a boy.) Because we’d already agreed his middle name would be Thomas—my biological father’s middle name and mine as well, the only thing he ever gave me— Cindy didn’t like David. Understandably, she didn’t want to name him after the founder of Wendy’s. Cindy did think, however, that Jesse Owens resonated well. (Jesse was the father of the biblical David, after whom I’d wanted to name Jacque.) But alas, I reminded her that Jesse Owens was not only a celebrated Olympian but also African-American, and so the selection might perplex some. We’d nearly settled on Joshua, until we ultimately agreed on Micah, which means “who is like God” or “gift of God” (also what Matthew denotes). Micah it would be, the name God knew long ago.
Therefore, while I worked at McCord (more on that later too) and we re-engaged as a family, our Creator and Giver of life continued methodically knitting Micah Thomas together in Cindy’s womb. Who would he look like more? Shouldn’t a boy bear his father’s resemblance? Would he eventually be tall like Cindy’s family? Whether the progesterone was contributing or it was our caution, one thing was certain: Micah wouldn’t come until the very second God had ordained, back when He laid the foundations of the ground I walk on. We waited with great anticipation.