A Decision and a Miracle...

Nine months pregnant and faced with the knowledge that my mother and father would soon move to Texas, I was stricken with grief and confusion, often times wondering if my husband loved me or our unborn son. He seemed to be spending more time with his friends than me. My mom was worried too. I could not drive and really had nobody but my parents to depend on. Mom kept insisting that I would be better off if I moved away with her and Dad, and I couldn't help but wonder if "Mother knew best." So I prayed about it continually. I also spent a lot of time with her, probably knowing deep down that we didn't have much time left to spend together. One day as we argued about the pros and cons of staying, I was eating a chocolate covered cherry and all of a sudden I could not breathe. My trachea had closed up. As my brother in law phoned the ambulance, I pleaded with God in my mind... "You didn't bring us this far along to let us die." Then, suddenly, I could breathe again.

An Unusual Delivery...

As the weeks passed my due date came and went. I could hardly walk, and had gained a miserable 45 pounds. Ten days past my due date, I induced my labor by drinking castor oil. By the time I reached the hospital, my contractions had become irregular and the midwives wanted to send me back home. I grew very depressed and prayed to God. The nurses let me walk the hallways to see if it would help and thankfully, my water broke. Seven hours later, I was fully dilated, but hadn't the urge to push. The midwives suspected something was wrong so they paged the doctor on call and while we waited four hours for him to answer that page, my pains grew worse. I was having low back labor. The midwives were concerned that the baby would not make it if they didn't deliver him soon. Eventually I was examined by the doctor who concluded that my baby's head was caught in the birth canal. I ended up having a c-section. My son, John-Michael came into the world at 1:56 p.m. on March 6, 1994, weighing a healthy eight pounds and measuring 22 and a half inches in length.

Answered Prayer Through Trial...

In the recovery room I started having bad pains in my abdomen. The nurse told me that I was over reacting to normal afterbirth pains. I feared something worse. By the next day I had a fever of a hundred and four degrees fare height. And by Tuesday, I couldn't keep any food down. Five specialists were called in to diagnose my problems. An NG tube was put into my stomach to drain it, and I was given morphine to stop the pain. The drug caused horrible nightmares. On top of all this I felt guilty for not holding my son yet. About the fourth day, I was diagnosed as having an ileus which basically meant that my intestine had knotted up from the surgery. The situation resolved itself within a matter of days and I was released into my mother's care to recover from the surgery. Once I was at our house, we started having our conversations again. She reminded me that I only had a week left to tell my husband that I was leaving him. I started to feel ill and was back in the hospital the following evening. They thought I had an infection of some kind, but wouldn't be able to verify it for about four more days. Admitted into a regular room, my newborn son would not be allowed to visit me and this bothered me because I hadn't had a chance to bond with him. I prayed about that too. A nurse from the O.B. floor came to visit me and once she found out my frustration, she convinced them to let me stay on that floor so my baby could visit me. There, I began to wonder if God hadn't been keeping me in the hospital for so long so that I would be able to have a chance to think on my own and make my own decision. I came to the revelation that this had to be the reason for what I had already and was going through. I got better within a few days and went home to my husband. My Mom and Dad moved to Texas a few days after Easter in 1994. I think that my mother has learned to let go. I have learned to be independent of others and to trust in God more.