Precious Child – I’ve Been Carrying You (Day 16)

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This is the sixteenth post for our Write 31 Days series 31 Days of Miracles: Who is Our God. Today, Lynne Cole (see below for her bio) shares Part 2 of her story, continuing from yesterday.

The second miracle…

My pregnancy was pretty average. No complaints. I had the usual morning sickness, but to be honest, I just ate more. I love my food, so for once I didn’t feel guilty about how much I ate and what I ate. You could say that this was turning out to be a text book pregnancy (if there is such a thing).

Until one day, our whole world changed in 10 minutes! The week prior to this earth shattering moment, I started to feel ill. Not just the usual morning sickness though. I had blurred vision, dizziness, sickness, I couldn’t stop sleeping, really bad headaches and heart burn like I had eaten a vindaloo twice over . . . classic symptoms of pre-eclampsia – but I didn’t know this. I just put it down to feeling tired and I was entering my third trimester. This was normal, wasn’t it?

A week later after the symptoms started, as we came home from church, I sat on the sofa with my hubby discussing what we were going to do about the nursery. We were going to go out that afternoon to get things prepared. I was at 31 weeks and 4 days at this point, so we thought it was time to get ready.

We had only sat down for 10 minutes, and it hit me. Excruciating pain. I ran to the toilet and was bleeding uncontrollably. Fortunately, I live opposite the hospital, (another moment that we are thankful for . . . that we had moved to the right place), so we rushed over. Being a Sunday there was hardly anyone around, but my husband found someone. They took one look at me and rushed me in. 40 minutes later, through an emergency C-section, I had my daughter . . . 8 weeks early! If I had been 10 minutes later, my story would be very different.

My daughter was seriously ill and was placed in an incubator and given CPAP (this is a machine that continually provides air and oxygen into the lungs to help a baby breathe). She weighed 3lb 8oz when she was born and was so small that you could fit her in the palm of your hand. She was a little fighter though from the moment that she came out and refused CPAP. She was in hospital for just over 5 weeks. This seemed like a life time though, but we were just grateful that she was still alive. She was our little miracle.

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A Third Miracle…

The miracle doesn’t stop there though. I was seriously ill, but did not know how bad. The next day after the birth, a doctor came around to have a look at me. He was worried and realised that I had a rare condition called HELLP Syndrome. This is developed from pre-eclampsia and is a rare liver and blood clotting disorder. It effects less than 1% of all pregnancies! Pretty small odds I reckon. The only way to save the mother from this condition though is to deliver the baby, despite how many weeks pregnant you are. Many women have died from this if not detected early.

God was still working His plan out though. The doctor that saved me did not work in the hospital normally. He was only there for the day and was standing in for someone else. No-one else in maternity recognised what I had or knew what my condition was. So, if he hadn’t been there that day I know that I would not be here now! The doctor was an angel from heaven that God sent to me. He was sent to look after me, and to save me.

So, I guess I could say that I am a miracle, as well as my daughter. From surviving my past, to getting pregnant, to giving birth, my daughter being saved, to my own life being saved. Wow!

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Looking back, I cannot deny that God was working in our lives.

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Before all this took place though, I guess I was just bobbing along on my own merry way and not really taking notice of what was going on around me. During this time, if I’m honest, I don’t think I saw God with me. I was too caught up in everything that was happening. Clearly He was though. How else can I explain that I am still alive? There are just too many coincides. This reminds me of the beautiful poem, “Footprints in the Sand”. I’m sure we have all read it, but it’s the last verse that provides me with the most comfort, and is what I feel God is saying to me about my life:

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Lynne Cole is a full-time working, married mother to 3 gorgeous children . . . two girls (aged 7 and 6) and a little man (aged 4).  She blogs in the free time that she has, and her hope is that she is able to give people a little encouragement through what she writes.  She writes from the heart, honestly, about anything . . . things that have happened in the past, what she is going through right now and what she hopes for the future.

Come visit her at:

Blog: http://beautifullybroke.org

Facebook page: (she calls it ‘Lynne Cole – As Real As It Gets’) https://www.facebook.com/Lynne-Cole-As-Real-As-It-Gets-518922804933978/

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Twitter: @LynneYWDB

 

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3 thoughts on “Precious Child – I’ve Been Carrying You (Day 16)

  1. Hey Lynne,thank you so much for sharing this story! I really am amazed and inspired today at how many miracles God does in our lives, even when it is so difficult. I am so blessed that your precious little one was safe and sound and that God did a miracle. Many Blessings ALiyah

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    1. Thank you very much for your lovely words. God was certainly working a whole heap of miracles for me that day when she was born! I was so fortunate. Bless you Aliyah.

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