I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DAY A TRUE MIRACLE HAPPENED… THE BIRTH OF MY SON!

I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DAY A TRUE MIRACLE HAPPENED… THE BIRTH OF MY SON! The only child I planned. The only child, I ever purchased everything for in order to make sure I was ovulating to conceive. I had a dream I met my son before I actually gave birth to him. I will NEVER forget my dream! If that is what you really want to call it – a dream!?

There he was sitting on a bench. He was dressed in a red jacket, red baseball cap. We were not of this earth in my “dream.”

 

I was walking, and saw him. I had to approach him. He was so cute, and all of about 5-years old. I was wearing a white, long flowing dress, and had long brown hair. He was, oddly, comfortable with me as I sat on the bench next to him.

 

I gently leaned over, and said: “Honey, why are you all alone? What are you doing?”

 

He glanced at me and smiled.

 

He then looked me dead in my eyes and said: “I am picking out my mother down on earth!”

 

I felt my heart and eyes fill. I was overcome with emotion.

 

I looked at him and said: “I hope you find the perfect mom for you.”

 

TWO WEEKS LATER…. ONE TRY. I was pregnant!

 

I will NEVER FORGET IT. My son and daughter even knew before I did.

 

We were in our living room watching cartoons, and I was laying on the floor with each one laying on an arm of mine. ALL OF A SUDDEN, AT THE SAME TIME, they both sat up, looked at me, and laid their heads on my belly and said: “You have baby!”

 

I knew they were right, but I acted like I was shocked. And, in fact, I was that my children had spiritual abilities like I do!

 

My period didn’t come on time. I took a pregnancy test from the Dollar Store, and it was negative. ODD!

 

Another week passed, and I took another test. THIS ONE WAS POSITIVE as fast as it could possibly turn!

 

I sat in the bathroom starring at the pregnancy test. I just knew I was pregnant, but something was “odd, off, etc.”

 

I called my doctor the next day, and scheduled an appointment.

 

It was confirmed I was, indeed, pregnant.

 

I started dreaming of multiple boys. I just KNEW I was pregnant with MULTIPLE boys. NOT A SINGULAR CHILD!

 

Then, one night, I had another dream. I lost two of them.

 

There I was. I was on top of a mountain, and I had THREE SONS in my arms. BEFORE I KNEW IT, I had ONE.

 

THAT DREAM NEVER STOPPED THE ENTIRE PREGNANCY!

 

Then, one day. I started bleeding. I lost a baby. I saw it.

 

YET, I was STILL PREGNANT.

 

Fast-forward about 7 months…

 

EVERYTHING that could go wrong during a pregnancy and delivery did!

 

Feb 24th, I was in labor. My son was entering this world. I had no scare in the world, because at the time I was a mother of five children. I gave birth five times before this one.

 

Labor was fairly easy. I started pushing, and he turned!

 

I delivered his arm and shoulder!

 

ALL OF A SUDDEN …

 

 

I start feeling funny, and my doctor looks at everyone in the room and says: “THIS IS SERIOUS!”

 

I just laid there, numb.

 

Then, my doctor informs EVERYONE WE ARE DYING!

 

Before I knew it, I had alarms going off. Doctors were running down halls. I was being wheeled from the delivery room while my loved ones were left behind because they could NOT enter at the time. I was in shock, I think.

 

I saw what was going on. I dug deep for strength! I DUG EVERY OUNCE of strength I had in my soul, and I FOUND IT. I KNOW what it feels like to have a child cut from your body without medication! 

 

 

I heard…..
“Stephanie, do you understand what is going on? You are dying, and so is your son! We have to try to save your life!”

 

I started bawling like a damn baby.

 

HOW! WHAT? NO WAY! Take me, but please allow my son to live!

 

Next thing I knew….

 

I had a blue sheet in front of my face, ON THE BED I WAS PUSHING ON! THERE WAS NO TIME to change me to an OR bed. It just sat next to me at the moment in the OR room.

 

Then, I heard…

 

“I am SO SORRY! THERE IS NO TIME. GRIT YOUR TEETH!”

 

SLIT…..

 

From one hip to another. I felt it all. My legs were uncontrollably shaking. I was praying to God. I BEGGED to save his life. I cried my other kids may not have me around on earth, but I knew I would always be with them.

 

TWO doctors were trying to get my son unstuck from my bones!

 

I felt them rip my skin. I felt them BIRTH HIM! He was born with a TRUE TWO-VESSEL cord. A SINGALTON. NO MEDICAL explanation as to WHY he had another cord!

 

After my son was born, I was being wheeled outside one night at the hospital and as we entered the doors… they opened on their own as if someone was waiting for me to get a breath of fresh air.

 

THANK YOU!

 

Unexplainably, we are both alive today.

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