I Believe in Miracles 2

To continue with our baby girl's story...
As soon as Don told me his decision, I called the family doctor who put me in touch with the top urologist in the Paris area.  Amazingly, he gave us an appointment for 3 weeks later.  We were surprised, because we were going into summer and everything generally just shuts down (except for emergency stuff) when summer hits. 
When we saw the specialist, he told us the surgery was doable, but because it had been 12 years, there were no guarantees!  We told him to do his part, and God would do the rest!  He looked at us like we had lost our minds! 
Again, God intervened because the surgery was set for 7 July!  We couldn't believe it!  The surgery over, we were warned it would probably take at least 6 months before we would know if it was a success.
About this time, my best friend called from Belgium.  She said to me, "Joy!  This is all your fault!"  I was, like, "Huh?  What is my fault?"  She says, "I am pregnant!  And it is your fault!"  I laughingly told her it was NOT my fault, but if I got the blame, then I got  the baby!  She insisted it was power of suggestion.  We had talked babies so long while we were trying to adopt for those 2 years, that she was pregnant because of the power of suggestion!  Of course, it was a shock for her...she had just had her 40th birthday! 
I must admit, even though I was happy for them, I was a bit envious!  In my heart, I knew that God was going to do something, but the concrete fact that she was having an unplanned baby when I wanted one so much...well...
Three months after the surgery, I had a dreadful pain in my lower abdomen.  It was late at night, and, frankly, if it had been the right side, I would have thought my appendix had ruptured.  My Dr. wasn't in the next day, so I saw his replacement, who was really a nutcase!
She sent me for a sonogram, which revealed a large pocket of liquid, so they sent me off to the hospital.  They naturally did a blood test and the next day informed us we were expecting a baby.  The kids were beside themselves, and Don an I were awed at God's grace.  I was in the hospital all weekend and expected to get out on Monday, but Monday morning, a Dr. sailed in and informed me they were going to operate!  I called Don and told him to please hurry and get to the hospital!  The idiot Dr. had decided that the "foetus" was no good, and he was going to abort!  I can tell you...there was a mighty ruckus!  We insisted on another sonogram, and sure enough...though it had only been from Thursday (when there was no visible baby) to Monday, there was now a perfect little heartbeat blinking on the screen!  The idiot kept telling us it was no good!  Finally, the chief of staff came in and she reassured us that they did need to do a laproscopy to find out about the fluid pocket, but promised me they would not touch the baby!
Needless to say, she kept her word!  Eight months later, exactly 1 year and 9 days after Don's surgery, we had a beautiful, tiny baby girl!  She was perfect in every way!  I have often wondered how many little lives have been snuffed out because some doctor decided they weren't viable!
The real miracle in all this is that 2 years later, I had to have surgery, and the doctor told me he couldn't understand how I had ever had any children because I had such severe endometriosis.  He was a sweet Christian man, and when I told him about our baby girl, he just smiled and said, "God must have truly wanted you to have that baby!" 
Yes...I really DO believe in miracles!