Life at the Legan Pad · Pippy's Journey

Y’all…How Could I Not Share This Again?

If you’ve been following my blog from the beginning, you’ve already read what I’m going to share. But this is an update like none other! This is an exert from the post in 2013 when we announced we were pregnant for the second time. I was only 8 weeks pregnant at this point. Check out how these things came to fruition. Wow. Just wow.  Updates in italics and photos.

“Now for something weird…

Then when I got pregnant and we found out Pippy was sick, I started having dreams about a baby boy, a perfect baby boy. I thought those dreams meant that I was carrying a boy and that God would heal him and we would get that miracle. Hence, when the doctor said “it’s a girl” I was shocked and if I’m being totally honest, I was disappointed.  I started to be very confused by dreams.

So I put out a fleece. I prayed that God would reveal to me Pippy’s life in a dream, whether she would live or die, and that He would confirm that dream by giving Tim the same dream on the same night. Well, no more dreams. Seriously, literally, no more dreams until after Pippy was born and passed. After she passed, I had one dream about my beautiful baby girl. She was a toddler and we were going to garage sales together. Yes, my fantasies involve finding the best deals on new treasures. Then about a month later, that baby boy was back in my dreams. He is the same baby boy and in every dream we say his name or tell someone his name. His name is Liam and he is perfect and has dark curly hair.

I had a perfect baby boy with dark, wavy hair and we named him Liam. 


But wait, it gets weirder…

My mom had a dream while I was pregnant with Pippy. I had not shared all the details of my dreams about the baby boy with her, so she didn’t know his name or what he looked like. So my mom calls me one day and says, “I had a dream about you last night. You were in a hospital bed and had just had a baby. Crawling across the foot of the bed was a little boy about 2 years old. He had dark curly hair and you were saying ‘Be careful, Liam.'” Ummm, goosebumps.

Liam was 2 years, 1 month, 1 day when Izzie was born. 


And yet it still gets weirder…

Two weeks ago I attended a women’s retreat with my church. One morning at breakfast one of the ladies came up to me. We know of each other at church, but we’ve never really talked more than just to say hello in passing. She came up and said she had been debating telling me something because it was very weird. I encouraged her to tell me and was surprised by what she said. She told me, “About three months ago, I had a dream about you and your husband, which is weird because I don’t know you. It was a good dream, which is also weird because I don’t have good dreams…ever. My dreams are always bad. But in this dream I was in a park and you and your husband were walking toward me. He had a little boy on his shoulders and you were carrying a new baby and you just looked so happy.” She continued to tell me when she woke up she was in tears and so happy for us and that she just prayed for us until she fell back to sleep.

I swear we did not plan this and I only realized it when we got the pictures back. Liam had been a stinker and we put him on Tim’s shoulders in an attempt to get a decent picture. This picture is literally her dream come true. 


The day that my friend prayed for me, that night I dreamed about Liam again and as usual he was perfect. I’m only 8 weeks along right now, so it will be some time before we find out if I’m carrying baby Liam right now or not. I believe I am. The dreams I have had and the confirmation through other people help give me peace that this baby will be healthy. Of course, I don’t want anyone to think I’m claiming to see the future or I know this for a fact. There is a 50/50 chance with the gender of this baby and less than 1% chance that this baby will be sick. But only God knows for sure and we will just wait for Him to reveal it all to us.

Reading this again brought me to tears and I’m so, so, so thankful. 


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