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My heart rejoices in the LORD…for I delight in
your deliverance.
1 Samuel 2:1
(Hannah’s
prayer of praise after God granted her long-desired baby)
The
baby growing inside was a blessed surprise. My first, I talked to her at length before she was born. I narrated my happenings like the elevator
music no one listens to. Perhaps this is
why she was hesitant to leave the safety of the womb – she was afraid I’d talk
her into insanity.
Her due date of January 10th came and went. By January 15th we were bursting
at the seams. My discomfort culminated
in a piercing pain in my right kidney. My old school doctor thought nothing of it. Five days and nights of extraordinary pain
would follow, robbing me of sleep and nutrition.
The intermittent contractions were a relief from this
constant agony. After twelve hours they
settled into a steady rhythm and I arrived at the hospital ready to rid myself
of both sources of pain. Once admitted,
I was wired like the experiment of a mad scientist.
The machine’s readings were not what they should be for my
baby. A neonatologist was called
in. My discomfort became the least of my
worries.
When my “water” broke, it could best be described as
sludge. My overcooked daughter had
defecated multiple times in utero. Now
her respiratory and digestive well-being was threatened.
I pushed for three hours straight. Worry lined every contraction. In the end, she came out entirely in one
power-packed push.
My breath caught in my throat. I could not celebrate for concern. Would my baby live? Would she be “normal”?
The neonatologist whisked her away. I
followed him like a hawk as I lay incapacitated and terrified for my child.
She passed every test with flying colors. As praise filled my heart and tears flooded
my weary eyes, I saw him hold her close to his cheek. My highly skilled and trained neonatologist sang “Happy Birthday” to a baby named
Hannah.
Your Labor Day pains may take another form. Are you worried about bills that strong arm your budget? Are you discomforted by a loved one who doesn't seem to return your love? Are you pained with concern about your children?
God is at work even when it doesn't seem or feel like it. He labors for us. In our moments of greatest pain, do we praise
the God who is beyond our suffering?
Such a beautiful and happy baby girl. And the perfect name. xo
ReplyDeleteYou caught that did you? So smart. :)
DeleteWow! Such a miracle. No matter what happens GOD is always in control. This is a good reminder for me today. Thank you for reposting this.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you . . . Chelle
Yes He is. He has our back in way no person ever can.
DeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. Not tears of sadness, obviously, but I was really touched. Although I have never given birth to a child, there were many times in the nearly 2 year process of adopting my daughter when I feared for how it would turn out. Would she ever be legally mine? Or would the unthinkable happen and she be taken away from me after she had been with me for so long. So even though I did not give birth to her, that process was perhaps an adoption equivalent of a difficult labor. So maybe my tears were tears of empathy as I recalled that beautiful moment when I was granted legal adoption rights. Of course, she was the child of my heart long before that.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for a child born from your heart and not from your womb is just as strenuous maybe more so. I can not even imagine your joy when you received the news she would be yours. Precious!
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