It’s almost here!

Hi, my name is Megan Jarrell. I was born and raised in the small town of Hampton, South Carolina, where I met my husband, Scott. We've been married for 11 years and have built a life together that I never knew was possible. Together, we have been blessed with four beautiful children: our daughters Aubrey (11) and Kinsley (4), and our son Gabriel, who is 11 months old. Our son Weston, who passed away in 2020, is where the root of our faith truly began to grow, which later led to the growing of our family.

Our journey has been shaped by both joy and trials, and our testimony began long before Gabriel’s diagnosis of spina bifida. Through every challenge, we've learned to lean on our faith and trust in God's plan. Gabriel is truly our miracle baby, and his life is a daily reminder of hope, purpose, and the beauty that can rise even in the hardest seasons.

In December of 2019, at our 20-week anatomy scan, my husband and I were told our son, Weston Scott, had a urethral obstruction that—if not corrected on its own—would lead to low amniotic fluid and underdeveloped lungs. We were immediately sent to meet with a Maternal-Fetal Medicine team and NICU doctors at the Medical University of South Carolina.

We were told that Weston would likely face surgery upon his arrival to relieve the obstruction and that there could be complications, potentially resulting in the need for dialysis and extensive medical care. That was the best-case scenario. Our worst-case scenario was given to us on February 25th, when we were told that his diagnosis would be fatal if he was unable to sustain enough amniotic fluid for pulmonary development. Underdeveloped lungs would likely lead to a pneumothorax (lung collapse), requiring doctors to place a chest tube to re-inflate the lung.

This was the very first appointment where we heard the word “fatal.” I continued to remain hopeful and believed he was going to be okay, because I knew that regardless of his outcome, we were going to be okay.

Three weeks later, Weston was ready to make his early arrival. His lungs were not developed enough to allow him to breathe on his own, but we were blessed with 19 hours to love on our sweet Weston.

Six months later, we found out our new little blessing would be arriving in the spring of 2021, and her name would be Kinsley Rowe. We had a whole community of prayer warriors lifting us and Kinsley in prayer throughout my pregnancy.

On April 22nd, Kinsley made her arrival. Weighing 6 lbs, 15 oz, Scott and I were blessed with another beautiful little girl. Shortly after delivery, I began to feel “off.” I distinctly remember hearing a voice say, “You need the doctor,” and within the next minute, my blood pressure dropped, and I was hemorrhaging. I was rushed to the OR, where I was originally told I would undergo a D&C to stop the bleeding.

I laid on the OR table and prayed while they administered the anesthesia. I knew, by the overwhelming amount of peace I felt in those next moments, that God was going to take care of me.

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes in the ICU and realizing I was on a ventilator. I was told by a doctor that they had performed an emergency partial hysterectomy to save my life. In that moment, I was so thankful to be alive that the news of a hysterectomy didn’t even matter. If God brought me and my family through the valley of losing Weston, I knew He would make a way through this one as well, in His timing.

The desire for a little boy never left our hearts since Weston went to Heaven. From that day on, we prayed for God to open doors in a way that only He could, if it was His will for us to continue to grow our family.

In October of 2021, I made a career change into real estate, which led to me working alongside Heather—who would not only become one of my best friends, but who would also end up being our surrogate for our miracle baby. Only God.

On February 7, 2024, we had our embryo transfer, and by February 26th, we had three positive labs and an ultrasound confirming a healthy baby boy was on the way. Everything progressed like a typical, healthy pregnancy, and we were so thankful for every day that brought us closer to raising a little boy of our own—Gabriel Scott.

We received Gabriel’s diagnosis of myelomeningocele with Chiari II malformation at Heather’s 20-week anatomy scan. Although this completely took us by surprise—especially after she had passed all her bloodwork screenings—it did not take God by surprise. Though this journey has included many moments of waiting and unknowns, with surgeries and doctor’s appointments, we have been reminded of God’s grace and mercy continuously.

I was reminded throughout our journey that instead of asking God, “Why me?” as believers, we should be asking, “Why not me?”

This journey has placed some amazing people in our lives—people we wouldn’t have had the privilege of knowing if it weren’t for a diagnosis. Gabriel has continued to defy medical statistics as he meets his milestones, has full movement in his lower extremities, and is the purest definition of a miracle.

Our family is complete, and we will continue to use our testimony to show the goodness of God every chance we get.