As I read through the blogs I subscribe to and followed links from parties to discover new-to-me blogs, my spirit was stirred so I promised one blogger I’d tell this story. It’s a logical enough follow-up to my “Faith” post, but there will be posts of crafting, etc. coming up. 🙂 The timing just seemed right for this. More will be interspersed now and then.
I’ve been seriously asthmatic all my life. So I know chronic/acute illness. I met the man who would be my husband when I was 20; it was love at first sight and it scared me–another post. We dated 6 weeks before engagement, 6 months more and we wed. During this time I was in Intensive Care (pneumonia), spent Thanksgiving in the hospital where he ate with me. The day before our wedding, I was told I would have cervical cancer within 6 months, wouldn’t have kids. Hysterical, it was good he was with me, I literally couldn’t have found the car through my tears.
We went on, asthma better then worse, as is still my course. I needed oxygen at home at age 23. I got better with the help of new doctors. A new gynecologist told me that doctor was publishing a research study. It was a false alarm, though I did have trouble getting pregnant. I have epilepsy (controlled for years) and other issues the doctor assured me weren’t risks. I started what would be a year on Clomid, a fertility drug. On my last embarassing post-coital exam, the doctor said I’d had an allergic reaction, no way could I get pregnant. In a few weeks, I got bronchitis and was in the ER, again, (all the respiratory therapy staff knew me) but before I’d take an x-ray I required a blood test to be sure I wasn’t pregnant. Good thing. I was!! Thank God.
The treatment included steroids by IV (always took prednisone pills), other asthma meds, anti-biotics. I was home a few weeks and hemorrhaged. Back to the ER where I cried all night, blood tests hourly. Tests that showed I didn’t miscarry! Thank God! Home to bed rest, oxygen again. Including this one, I had 5 hospitalizations during this 7 month pregnancy, including the one in which at 7 mos. my blood pressure was stroke level, baby was smaller than a month ago. I had an emergency C-section. Good thing, my acrobat had the cord around her scrawny neck 3 times. She weighed 2 lbs.10oz, 16 in. long. I saw a Polaroid but couldn’t hold her for 48 hrs., my blood pressure kept me flat on my back. Hubs saw her though. At 5 hours old she pulled out the respirator, they didn’t put it back, just gave her the theophylline I got for my asthma. The high doses of steroids I’d had always matured her lungs, she was ok. At 2 wks. old, she flipped herself over after every feeding. The nurse was astonished. She was still not to be born for another 6 weeks. She came home in 4 weeks. Praise God!
Neither of us had a relationship with Jesus back then. We didn’t see all the ways He worked to accomplish these miracles. I certainly see them now. And these are but a few of the many He’s done in our lives. The post would be a book if I put them all together :-). Never take things for granted. Miracles DO happen. Thank God.