The Promise Child: God’s Faithfulness After Miscarriage

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By Michelle Pierre

From Healing to a New Chapter

I recently shared one of my many testimonies where God mended my broken heart and healed me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Now, this is part two of my testimony.

The Miscarriage

In April 2024, my husband and I experienced a miscarriage at 8 weeks. I went for my first OB ultrasound filled with excitement—especially since I suffered from PCOS and had been told I would experience infertility. However, within an hour, my excitement turned into sorrow.

I remember the ultrasound technician saying, “Let’s check for a heartbeat,” and then hearing the doctor say, “I’m sorry, there is no fetal heartbeat.” I instantly felt confused, sad, angry, and scared all at once.

I went to a local hospital for a second opinion, and sadly, I was told the same thing: “No fetal heartbeat.” That day, I had one of the longest drives home of my life. All that kept playing in my head was:

“What if this happens again? What if the doctor was right about infertility? Will I ever be able to experience motherhood biologically? My body failed me… and it’s because I failed at taking care of myself. This must be my punishment.”

My mind was filled with negative thoughts created by the enemy himself.

Two weeks later, I was scheduled for a D&C to surgically remove the fetus. However, God heard my prayer, and I miscarried naturally instead of going through surgery. I continued with life, but inside I still felt sad and fearful.

Choosing Faith Over Fear

Then I made a decision—to change my heart posture, activate my faith, and declare: GOD IS ABLE.

I reminded myself that even if I never experienced motherhood biologically, God is still great, and His plans are always greater.

From June through August, I began having many dreams that I was going to have a baby girl. Fast forward to September 2024, we found out I was pregnant—and in December, we learned it was a girl, just as God had revealed to me in my dreams.

A Prayer of Surrender

I was very excited, but this time my prayer changed. It went from:

“God, if it’s Your will, please allow me to conceive with no difficulties,” to

“God, thank You. Have Your way through my pregnancy as You see fit.”

The Warning Signs

On June 2nd, 2025, I was 39 weeks pregnant and due on June 9th. I went to my little cousin’s high school graduation. However, I gradually noticed my baby girl wasn’t moving as actively as usual, even after eating sweets and drinking something cold.

A few days earlier, my doctor had said it was normal because I was close to giving birth. But as a Haitian woman, I just didn’t feel at ease—I felt something was wrong.

Later that evening, while talking to a relative, she encouraged me to go to the hospital. Honestly, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to go, but around 10 p.m., my husband and I decided to head there with our hospital bag, convinced we’d be sent home since the baby was still moving a little.

The Emergency

Once we arrived, they put me on the monitor and ran some tests. Within ten minutes, the doctor came in and said, “I’m sorry to tell you, but you have preeclampsia, and your baby’s heart rate is decreasing. We’ll have to induce you.”

I was shocked because I had no signs of preeclampsia, and all my tests during pregnancy had always been normal. About five minutes later, the doctor returned and said, “I’m sorry, but your baby’s heart rate is decreasing rapidly—we need to do an emergency C-section now.”

At that moment, my OB arrived and confirmed everything.

God’s Perfect Timing

At 1:30 a.m. on June 3rd, our baby girl arrived. Her umbilical cord was so short that my doctor couldn’t lift her high enough for me to see her after delivery.

My doctor told me, “It’s a blessing that you came to the hospital when you did. Your baby was in distress in your womb, and we didn’t know.”

She explained that the short umbilical cord was the reason her heart rate had been dropping—and that if I had given birth vaginally, she would’ve died because the cord would’ve pulled her back as she tried to come down the birth canal.

The Miracle

Fast forward four months later—our baby girl is healthy, happy, and healed from post-eclampsia (a condition that can cause dangerously high blood pressure after birth).

In every season, God reminds us that His promises always stand, and His Word never returns void. Everything He does is for a greater reason and purpose.

As the saying goes—

GOD IS ALWAYS ON TIME!

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