Thursday, January 17, 2013

MY "MIRACLE" SON IS 40 TODAY...

And I have posted more than once about how he was born miraculously... not just from bodies, but from the encouragement for abortion from my doctors.  I'll put most of that in after this next bit of "miracle" news.

He is 42 today now.  I can't forget any of the situations that were piled on me for the 8 months of my pregnancy to his birth.  It was filled with scariness from the Doctors in the Redwood City, CA., area.

Tomorrow Dave and I are meeting Steve and his son, Dyllon, at our house.  Don't know where we'll go, what we'll do, but being with them counts significantly. 


And, again, here's the story of how he arrived...
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MY "ABORTION" MIRACLE


 
Every year when January 22nd hits, and the pro-choice and pro-life groups hit the news, I always want to stand up and holler, "LISTEN TO ME!!!!"
The key: My son was born on January 17th, 1973. Last week he turned 39. And it's a miracle he was born.


In the Spring, 1972, I became pregnant for the severaleth time. I had had at least two miscarriages in the previous two years, and, while driving home from church that Sunday afternoon, the pain began again; I was only 6 weeks pregnant. It was the exact feeling and timing of the other miscarriages. I went to a Doctor immediately on that Sunday afternoon, and after checking me, he suggested that I not have this baby, that I let "Nature" bring this to an end. He gave me some pills to take "whenever I felt that pain." At home, even when in pain, I didn't take any pills; I'm not a medicine-oriented person. What I discovered many months later was that the pills would not have relieved the pain, but would have caused a medical abortion.


 Occasionally, during the next several months, other doctors tried to convince me to let them bring the birth to an end. I was told that this baby would be a mental and physical vegetable, that I would always have to care for "it" and would never be free OR that the baby could die very soon and I would suffer from that death; "Mother Nature" had tried to free it "now."

Well, I refused. Can't say I wasn't frightened about what the results would be. In fact, I was terrified during the pregnancy, especially when I was forced to be in bed for about two months that summer and had this fear pouring through my heart and mind constantly. But, I knew it wasn't what God would want me to do, so I simply couldn't; sometimes I felt Him hold my hand and encourage me to stand in that rocky area. The baby's Dad, my former husband, basically just told me to do what I needed to do. Except for one spiritual Mom who gave me a Word when she could, I walked through this alone.

 [You must recall or know that in those days talking to a pastor about these physical issues was not reasonable, going to a counselor wasn't easy (especially since I couldn't afford it), and ultrasound wasn't a medical part of our lives. Life has most certainly changed now. I also had no family I could talk to.]

The baby was due on January 12. On the 16th, I was rushed to Stanford University for the delivery. Labor had kicked in early that evening. When the baby was being delivered, about 6:30 AM the 17th, the nurse asked if I wanted to look in the mirror so I could watch the baby come out. I was obviously more terrified than anyone, including me, knew it. I screamed, "NO!!!"

And then the baby came. And HE was not a vegetable. He looked exactly like his sister had who had arrived about 3 years earlier, he was an ounce heavier than she had been, and 1/2 inch longer  in length. That was all. Period.

I was in the hospital for a few days. Didn't know anything about the Roe v. Wade abortion approval, even though this picture was taken that very day, January 22nd.

 
In fact, I didn't know anything about that for some time; life was extremely stressful and my recovery took several months. Survival was my only focus then.

But to know that the Lord gave me a son at the same time that law came into being, and that He had helped me walk through those horrible times with very caring and concerned doctors, probably some of the most seriously compelled to do the best for me and the "fetus", still just fills my heart with appreciation for Him.  
Steve and Dyllon, 2 years ago on Steve's 40th B-day
Steve's sister, Renae, and his step-dad and I.

8 comments:

BerryMorins Bits & Tips said...

Happy Birthday!

Diane Ronzino said...

Wow! What a story. My heart rejoices, not only in his birth but his rebirth! Bless God!

I'm so very happy for you and the birthday celebration you had! HUGS to you!

Gayle said...

It took such courage for you to follow your heart and listen to that small voice that said NO! I too had a difficult pregnancy and they thought my child would be disabled. She is our oldest and simply a treasure! Blessings to your son and his journey into wholeness and healing.

Floyd said...

What a great story! God has plans for your son. Their are no coincidences... Glad you guys got to spend time together. Tell Junior I said Happy Birthday!

Amanda said...

What a powerful, moving story!! You have such a testimony!! Every moment you write about just goes to show that an awesome God is in complete control. He knows so much more than the doctors we "trust." When my mom was pregnant with my baby sister, her doctor thought something was wrong with my sister...he kept saying she was going to be a "dwarf." My sister is now a beautiful 5'9" and taller than the rest of us!! :) ~ Thank you for sharing your life with us, and Happy Birthday to your miracle son!! :) Have a blessed day!

Donna McMorrow said...

You were never alone. God walked with you every day, before, during and since. What an incredible testimony. You are such a blessing..

eviejowilson.com said...

I know I am a little lte in looking at this but I have had you on my mind and been thinking about this story...how lovely! I have an almost abortion story with one of my children who is 27 and still wayward, but I know that God has a wonderful plan for her and she will not be able to escape from it. Just praying that she will stop trying to run away from Him (the Lord), soon! I pray that there will be many more sober birthday celebrations with your son! Bless you!

Janis Cox said...

Very powerful testimony that we must leave God in control.
Blessings and praying for your son to continue to lean on God and let Him heal him.
Blessings,
janis www.janiscox.com