Praise be to God

Our King and Father

Who ensures that His established covenant with us comes to fruition

Whose words do not return void but are accomplished

The unchangeable changer

The one who has the earth as His footstool

Who is bigger than the biggest

And higher than the highest

The one who wins every battle

Who cannot be defeated

How great is our God

Merciful and Mighty

Strong and Honourable

Firm yet so loving

Is there anything too hard for Him to do? No there isn’t

The birth of my first son triggered an even deeper relationship in my walk with God. I received favour in conceiving right after the wedding and I experienced a relatively comfortable pregnancy. I did itch a lot and had food cravings sometimes but there was no reason to go to the hospital other than the usual prenatal checkups or so I taught…

On my husband’s birthday, we had a pregnancy photo-shoot and on getting home, I started experiencing contractions so we went to the hospital. I was told to go back home and return the next day. I walked a bit as advised and then I rested. I couldn’t sleep for too long and shortly before 12 am we had to go back to the hospital. I wasn’t in a lot of pain but I was quite uncomfortable. The midwife checked and noted that I was 3 cm dilated. She decided to let me stay in the hospital while I dilated to 10. At 9 am, I was still less than 5 cm dilated and my Obgyn came to see me. She burst my water herself and also induced me. At this point, the contractions got quite unbearable and I began to dilate faster. To cut a long story short, the baby’s head descended but still did not drop enough for me to successfully push him out. I was 10 cm dilated at this point. They hooked me up to a monitor to measure the baby’s heart rate while giving some more time for me to push.

Then, like a scene out of a movie, the door to my maternity room burst open and 4 nurses came in with 2 midwives. They informed me that I had to be prepped for surgery immediately as my baby’s heart rate had dropped drastically. Before I could fully comprehend what was going on, I was rushed to the operating room. To be truthful at this point I was already crying and asking for my husband. They informed me that he was changing and would join us in the operating room immediately. He came in and the surgery began. I heard the doctor exclaim – – – plus I didn’t hear the baby cry. I was awake during the procedure so I tapped my husband who was seeing it all and asked why the baby was not crying. He just simply said not to worry. Then the Dr spoke and said she wasn’t sure how the baby was alive as there was barely any umbilical cord. The baby was almost stuck to the placenta and there was almost no umbilical cord. The Dr said with such a situation the foetus should actually not have developed let alone survive until delivery. It also was not detected during any of the scans.

The above is a summary of my first son’s birth. Did that mean that every single thing was rosy after that?lol definitely not. I went on to lose a pregnancy while having the wrong countenance but then went on to have another supernatural delivery that I would share about one day. With tests come testimonies – which essentially means that when you complain that as a christian you do not want battles or tests anymore, you are essentially saying you no longer want testimonies.

Romans 5:3-5

The Message Version

King James Version