I can say with 100% certainly, that I am here, only by the grace of GOD....
How do I know this? I will tell you!
Even as a ball of cells, in my mother's uterus, I had beaten the odds...You see, after she had my brother,(who had a different father, and was 10 and a half years older than me) she experienced a series of recurrent pregnancy losses. She had at LEAST 8 miscarriages, and her doctors told her should would probably never carry another baby to term again...And then I came to be...
She fully expected that in a week or so, after finding out, that she would just lose that pregnancy just like the other's...
But After a couple more weeks and a trip to the DR, they told her "congrats! Looks like you are going to keep this one!"...And as the morning sickness progressed, and her belly grew, it became even more real...
I was born, July 25th 1984. 6lbs 4 oz...Thriving, and happy...I had beaten the odds...But that would not be last time...
You see, at 9 weeks of age, just two short months after arriving in this world, my mother had put me down for a nap...She went about her daily routine, cleaning the house, and the like...When something out of the ordinary happened....
She was standing in the kitchen, when she felt like a voice told her to go check on me...She had no real reason to believe I was in danger, after all I was just napping in the next room....She quickly went to take a gander at me, when she saw what NO mother should ever have to see....Her baby girl, lifeless, and not breathing...
She began to do CPR on me, and called 911....The emergency team got there, and immediately worked on me, from there to the hospital...No one really knew how long I was truly without oxygen before my mother found me, but what they did know what that based on my condition, and how long had passed from the time she found me to the time I arrived at the hospital, was that I would never have proper brain activity from the oxygen deprivation If I by some chance I even was resuscitated ...They had basically given up on me, when I began to breathe again, and come "back to life" so to speak...The DR's were astounded, but still very firm and grim, saying that I would not have a normal functioning brain...But after many tests...They came back to my mom, stating, what they had all just experienced was a true miracle of God, and that there was NO way I should be living, let alone thriving with NO effects from the oxygen deprivation....Yet again...I beat the odds...And yet, again, this would NOT be the last time....
How do I know this? I will tell you!
Even as a ball of cells, in my mother's uterus, I had beaten the odds...You see, after she had my brother,(who had a different father, and was 10 and a half years older than me) she experienced a series of recurrent pregnancy losses. She had at LEAST 8 miscarriages, and her doctors told her should would probably never carry another baby to term again...And then I came to be...
She fully expected that in a week or so, after finding out, that she would just lose that pregnancy just like the other's...
But After a couple more weeks and a trip to the DR, they told her "congrats! Looks like you are going to keep this one!"...And as the morning sickness progressed, and her belly grew, it became even more real...
I was born, July 25th 1984. 6lbs 4 oz...Thriving, and happy...I had beaten the odds...But that would not be last time...
You see, at 9 weeks of age, just two short months after arriving in this world, my mother had put me down for a nap...She went about her daily routine, cleaning the house, and the like...When something out of the ordinary happened....
She was standing in the kitchen, when she felt like a voice told her to go check on me...She had no real reason to believe I was in danger, after all I was just napping in the next room....She quickly went to take a gander at me, when she saw what NO mother should ever have to see....Her baby girl, lifeless, and not breathing...
She began to do CPR on me, and called 911....The emergency team got there, and immediately worked on me, from there to the hospital...No one really knew how long I was truly without oxygen before my mother found me, but what they did know what that based on my condition, and how long had passed from the time she found me to the time I arrived at the hospital, was that I would never have proper brain activity from the oxygen deprivation If I by some chance I even was resuscitated ...They had basically given up on me, when I began to breathe again, and come "back to life" so to speak...The DR's were astounded, but still very firm and grim, saying that I would not have a normal functioning brain...But after many tests...They came back to my mom, stating, what they had all just experienced was a true miracle of God, and that there was NO way I should be living, let alone thriving with NO effects from the oxygen deprivation....Yet again...I beat the odds...And yet, again, this would NOT be the last time....
Amazing testimony of an amazing God's plan for you!!! Can't wait to hear more xo
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