Miracle Babies Change Lives

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God changes lives through miracles

It’s been a little more than ten years since something happened in my life…that I still can’t explain the depth of change it brought upon me.

Well, I guess it started 12 years ago.

We were pregnant. We were excited at the thought of celebrating the year 2000 with a new baby.  May of 99, I celebrated Mother’s Day with my Mother, Aunt, Sister in Law, our families and the babe that was growing.

Of the four just mentioned; my Sister In Law and I are left.  My Mother, Aunt and the Babe are singing songs of praises with the Heavenly Hosts.

It wasn’t until late 200o that we found out why. I was told my body may never be able to carry a child. Bt, the Dr.s would help us. On the day we went to begin the shots, their pregnancy test was positive. The test I took (only because the signs that I saw when I was losing that first baby)had already confirmed my pregnancy. When I took the test, I fell into a heap on the flooring crying.  That moment that is filled with tears of joy and fear -it.was.happening.again.

For the first 4 months of that pregnancy, I was under the care of a specialist and very rarely left my bed.  I was blessed with a a great job that allowed me to work from home.

So, for four months (every week at the Dr’s office) I heard the words: “Please, go home and rest. You probably won’t make it through the weekend, just call our office and we’ll help you through this.”  Things would happen. Heart rate drop, the sac completely fell in on one side and part of it was missing and more…  But, the following week the babe would still there.

Finally, at 15 weeks, I was placed back in my regular Dr’s care. The Specialist was left scratching his head.

Then, the phone rang. My Father In Law was in the hospital and only had a few days remaining. They had just found out. No clue, only because he was in pain did they rush him 10 hours away to a hospital that would listen.

I had a choice: risk the baby or not.  We left shortly after the call. We sat and watched and prayed.  His room was filled with peace as his soul left the room.

Another Mother’s Day was approaching.  My mind would go back to the previous. The first babe. I would close my eyes and hold that babe and this new one at the same time. Then, I would look up and beg like a child in a toy store: PLEASE, DADDY, IF YOU”LL JUST LET ME HAVE THIS BABY…I PROMISE< I’ll BE A GOOD GIRL!?!

Then another call came. My Aunt had been found on her floor: severe damage to her mind. She would never be the same.  She had been my second mother.

And then the pain the pain began in my body. Something was different.  It seemed my body was beginning to take the turn the Dr’s had told me it would take. I sat there and watched the Dr’s eyes focus and heard the sound of the tech’s voice with the ultrasound machine: “PLEASE, go immediately to the hospital…you are in labor and it may be too late to stop it.”

“WAIT!  I am ONLY 28 weeks!!!  I made it this FAR and I PROMISED TO BE A GOOD GIRL!!!!!”  Are you there?  Do you hear me?????  PLEASE….I don’t want to lose anyone else!!!  WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?”

We made it to the hospital and I lay there with the drugs shaking my body. my friend entered the room…she’s so beautiful and pregnant, too…on her way to a birthing class.  She hugs me REAL….

The drugs stopped it this time and we went home. I was back in bed. this time for good.

AND THEN the drugs stopped working. This time, the pains are stronger. This time – No returning home for 2 weeks, the dr…pumps me full.  The medicine takes my mind to another world.  The room is too hot.  The temp in the room reads 28. Me, I’m sweating, my skin hurts, please don’t talk to me. My thoughts were scrambled and my sweet friends “Please let us come”. Me…I’m so incoherent…HE is the only one I can hear.  My husband sits in the room.  He’s worn his parka, smiles at me, prays for me. He knows my heart, my fear….

Finally, after shots and iv’s….we’re close enough and they let me go home with a drip directly to my leg. No more waking up every 4 hours to take the pills for 24/7. Now, it’s pumped directly in ever 15 minutes.  Since 28 weeks -NO sleep-no rest, this medication is keeping the baby from being born…and me…from sleep.

It’s time to have this baby turned.  His head is up. the Drs try but it doesn’t work and then, the OR. It’s time. They can’t turn back, my body has had enough.

WAIT.HE’S EARLY.HIS LUNGS!!!  I’m praying again...the little girl in the toy store…and he whispers to me…

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

At 2:18…..5 weeks early…he is born:  8lbs and 12oz.  I whisper…I PROMISE, I’ll be a GOOD girl!….and I’ve broken that promise, time and again…but, that babe is growing.  He is still here…and my Father, He never broke his….  “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”[a]

That son…bears the name of what my Husband and I desire for our home….

15 But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.”

And.through that, through the day in/out of not knowing of seeing how little I control this life…I Learned to trust him…to really trust him….and to know I could never promise to be something I’m not….

Donut for Birthday breakfast!

Now, this boy, this man child, he just turned 10. My oldest, he first to move into the double-digits.  His lungs, well, he can swim the length of the pool. His mind is clear, he is reading books that are  far above his age. His legs never leave his skateboard…his heart is growing towards God.


Hibachi and Sushi for Family Lunch Celebration w/his little brother

Last night,I sat on the back patio with him.  He was a gentleman.  He knows the late hours his father works are hard on all of us…and he says “Mom, come and sit with me….let’s talk”…and we do….and the conversation is wonderful….and I hug him and say “THANK YOU”…..


Building his own board!









This miracle baby changed my life and continues to every day.


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  1. Beautiful story! I also have a 10 year-old who came 5 weeks early. God is good!

  2. What an awesome truth. So often in our time of desperation, we make “promises” that we fail to keep. Lately, I have been reading a lot about GRACE. I need that.

    I am so sorry for your losses. Your determination to learn what God has for you in the experience and to share your heart and praises with others is exactly the purpose, I am certain. God doesn’t give us more than we can handle, although at times, we may disagree.

    You’re in my prayers as you continue to grow and bless others.

    • Robin…yes…I made a promise I knew I couldn’t keep….I can’t be a ‘good’ girl any more than my children can be all of the time. I am so thankful for his grace and mercy…and for friends like you, who share their stories….there is freedom…to be found! Thank you!

  3. oh Rebecca. What a beautiful post!

    I have no words…you bought tears to my eyes…

  4. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story! And happy double digits to your young man. I am constantly amazed and grateful for how faithful God is–in spite of us!

  5. I too made that promise….when we first started trying….during the miscarriages….when I lost Sophie’s twin….over and over. It wasn’t until I embraced that His plans are not always my plans that I let go. Trusting in Him is hard at times, when we can’t see the plan in the midst of pain – but it is always worth it in the end!!

    hugs sweet friend!

    • OH, so many of us have faced that sorrow…yet we keep that to ourselves. I’m laying it all down though…letting go of the hurts and instead of keeping them in, releasing them and finding the joy and the beauty of the blessings that grow in our hearts. I am so sorry for your loss….and am so blessed to have you share that with me!

  6. What a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing! May God continue to affirm his promises to you and may you look back on these posts and moments as reminders of how he cares for you!

  7. Way to make my cry!! :P Seriously though – what a blessing and gift from God that sweet boy is! And what a testimony of how wanted and loved he is! I’m sure it warms his heart to hear it. :) Thanks for sharing it!

    • Donetta, He has his moments, but his heart is truly one that has a love for Christ and a desire to disciple others…we’re working on 1 Peter 3:15…with gentleness and respect….and he’s such a fun boy! I miss his ‘little’ days at times…his quiet little ways of speaking….now, I LOVE our chats and true hugs/kisses!

  8. Rebecca, what a touching story for you to share! I have tears in my eyes and I am praising God for your son! My own 34 week preemie turned 10 this year, too and he is now 100 lbs with feet bigger than mine! Hugs to you and your family! Jeremiah 29:11 was a special verse that carried me through my pregnancy difficulties and I consider my healthy son a testimony to the Lord!

  9. WOW, Rebecca….I’m just reading this now….I had no idea. This is such a beautiful post.
    I’ve stood on His promise of Jeremiah 29:11 time and again!

    I love your heart for the Lord, Rebecca, and I believe that He uses trials & tribulations to strengthen your heart for Him. You are an inspiration, my friend!

  10. carol anne swett says:

    I’m creating a Pintest board on Infertility and pregnancy loss for a client. I found a link up and clicked on your link there. I grieve for your losses but am so pleased to find a friend’s story to share. Praying that many will find comfort in your words and courage. <3