37 years ago today at this time, I was still in recovery after a difficult c-section that started at 10 to 3 in the afternoon, and didnt wake up in recovery until around 9:30pm when I was told all my family was sent home, and they told me to lie very still to not move or lift my head. I asked about my baby, they told me I had a baby boy and that he was in the nursery and had to stay there to be kept warm. All of a sudden all the prenatal classes, tours and preparations started going through my head as nothing seemed to be happening in the way I was prepared. I asked to see my baby, and again they told me not right now that he had to be kept warm. Again, I started thinking this is not what I was told would happen, and asked if my baby was ok, and I started to panic if something was wrong with my baby. They then told me he was fine and they would wheel me down the hall to the nursery where I could see him through the window, but I wouldnt be able to hold him. I said ok, and they wheeled me down the hall and opened the drapes and pushed his bassinett close to the window where I could view him. When I first laid eyes on him as he lay in his bassinett, I was so awed, like wow, he came out of me? Tears flooded my eyes and the nurse picked him up, they said they would bring him out for me to hold him for a moment, but I could not unwrap him as he had to be kept warm. They laid him in my arms on my chest, and my heart just melted and my eyes filled with happy tears as I kissed his soft forehead. It wasnt long I began to feel weak and tired and said they could take him, and they wheeled me back to recovery where I stayed the night. I was elated as I never thought this day would be possible, that I would be a mom. With first 15 years of childhood on very strong antibiotics and severe chronic kidney and ureter infections, my fallopian tubes had become very scarred and was told at age 17 that I would never be able to get pregnant, and if I did, would never be able to carry to full term. With a difficult pregnancy with hyperemesis and hospitalized from severe dehydration caused my baby to die in my womb, and my first husband then was told I would go into labor normally and would give birth to a still born baby. The military doctor at Walter Reed Hospital in Washing DC gave my husband leave from military to take me home for him to tell me news while with my family. My mother said well tell Ruth after church tomorrow. After the sermon, pastor offered for anyone who wanted prayer to come forward to the alter. I sat in my seat and prayed, telling God I knew something was terribly wrong as I hadnt felt any movement in 6 weeks now, and I wanted this baby more than anything, but God, if you want to take him, then you can have him, but know Lord, that I will never be angry with or blame you, but will always love and serve you, no matter what happens. I got up from my seat and went at end of line at alter. Seeing it would be awhile before pastor would get to me for prayer, I closed my eyes and raised my hands in worship to God, with no more pleas or requests, but just telling God how much I love him. Pastor suddenly spoke calling my name and I looked up and he was standing in front of me at corner of platform. He told me God stopped him and told him to come pray for me now, that I needed a miracle in my womb. No one else in church, nor pastor knew I was 5 1/2 months pregnant as I had lost all my belly thinner than I was before I got pregnant weighing only 90lbs. He told me to get ready to receive and I raised my hands back up. He said he could see my miracle coming in a vision and said there it is, NOW! Suddenly my hands grabbed my belly as I screamed from shock of feeling a sudden jolt and a hard kick inside. First movement from baby I had felt in over 6 weeks. My husband sitting with my mom at back of congregation was like a streak of lightning running to me at alter asking me if I was ok. I said yes the baby just kicked really hard. He argued and said no it didnt. I said yes it did. We argued back and forth on this about 3 times when I said one final time, YES HE DID! and grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly and said, HERE, FEEL! The look of great surprise when he said, Oh MY GOD! The baby really is moving...but thats impossible, the doctors said the baby would be born still born that you would go into labor and I thought you were having labor pains. I said, not any more, God has great plans for this child. Miraculously, and wonderfully, God brought my baby back to life. He truly is my double miracle child, and so thankful for my son. He is 37 years old today with 3 sons of his own age 11, 9 and 7 years. He loves and serves the Lord faithfully today, and so proud of him for that. Happy Birthday dear Son. I love you more than you know.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 03:30:38 +0000
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