05/23/2025
This is my testimony. 💗
I didn’t know I was pregnant. God revealed it to me through our pastor, Angel Serrano, on July 18. I remember leaving church that day and calling my mom right away. I was 21 and TERRIFIED. In that moment, I didn’t feel like an adult — I felt like a child again, just needing my mama’s reassurance.
I went home and took a pregnancy test… then another and another. All negative. I thought, “Wow, maybe God was playing a little joke on me.”
But deep down, I was unsettled.
I ended up at church camp from August 8 to 10 — and wow. God met me there. He pulled me out of the mess I was in — the partying, the alcohol, the late nights — and gave me a moment that I’ll never forget. A hug from Him so deep, so full of love. I finally felt peace.
But life got messy real fast.
I came back home and everything started crumbling.
The relationship I was in — the one where we talked about marriage and a future — ended.
We had to rehome our dogs, Kash and Ghost.
My mom was hospitalized again.
I felt like everything that could pull me away from God… did.
Then came August 29. My 21-year-old wellness appointment.
And the test was positive.
I was carrying a life inside of me.
I cried. I panicked.
I called Karina — and to this day, I’m so thankful for her. She calmed me down, reassured me, and encouraged me to tell Gael.
He was excited. I wasn’t ready.
I told him we’d co-parent — that we couldn’t just jump back into a relationship because of a baby.
For weeks, I kept the pregnancy to myself.
Went to my first ultrasound alone.
And when I heard her heartbeat? I fell in love.
Slowly, God began restoring what I thought was broken.
Gael and I reconnected. I shared the news with my family at a dinner on October 4.
My parents didn’t come — that hurt.
But I kept moving forward.
On November 10, I had my gender reveal — and found out she was a girl!
That same day… Gael proposed. 💍
A day I’ll never forget.
The pregnancy had its scares:
She was growing too small.
I had weekly checkups, and then…
Preeclampsia.
Anemia.
High blood pressure.
The doctors warned me: “You could both lose your lives.”
Eventually, I was induced.
Labor went on for over 18 hours.
She still hadn’t dropped.
On March 20, I had an emergency C-section.
She was born at 8:25 AM.
But it wasn’t over — I needed a blood transfusion.
She had to be poked daily for jaundice testing.
On March 25, we finally came home.
And I was sent home with over 10 medications.
Doctors said I might not be able to have more children… but I’ll leave that in God’s hands. Not mine.
I will forever be thankful to the Almighty God —
For carrying me, for delivering my baby safely, and for never letting go, even when I did.
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Now, looking back…
I didn’t want to take maternity photos. I didn’t feel beautiful.
Watching my body change hurt more than I expected.
I avoided the camera.
I regret it now.
I wish I had more pictures of her inside me — more memories of that sacred time.
So to all the pregnant mamas out there:
Take the photo.
Capture the moments — even the messy ones.
You’re beautiful.
You’re carrying life.
And one day, you’ll want to look back and remember. 💗
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I know God’s not done with me yet… but for some reason, I felt led to share this.
If you’re going through something similar, please be patient — and believe.
God’s plans are always bigger than our own.
Pray, pray, and pray. He hears you. He really does.
