Miracles: Still Alive and Well

How can anyone not believe in miracles, in an almighty God and creator at the birth of a child?  January 11th 2019 I had the incredible blessing of a new grandson Rudolph John the IV.  His entry was nothing short of miraculous and it has deepened and strengthened my faith in new ways.

My son in law called at two in the morning and I knew immediately this was it. My daughter was in labor and they would be heading into the hospital. So of course I couldn’t fall back to sleep. He called again at 4:30 confirming she was admitted to the hospital so I told him I would head up in a bit. I had already discussed with them I didn’t need to be in the room, but I was going to be at the hospital, just in case you know…she needed her mom. Much to my delight when I got there she said sure come on back. So we hung out in Labor room 5 all morning, sharing stories, prayers and contractions till about 12:30 when it was time to push. I told them this is your time, I squeezed my daughters arm and said "You got this, I’ll be in the waiting room." So I paced for a bit, about an hour outside the room, then went to the waiting room, an hour turned into 2 then 3. Well maybe I should get some lunch so I went down to the atrium, had a bite to eat..Geez 3 o clock what’s taking so long. Apparently I was not the norm having both my children arrive in under 30 minutes of pushing. I decided to head over to the chapel to pray for a bit. As I entered the chapel and began to pray I heard a code called over the P.A system. I didn’t really pay any attention to it till I caught Labor room 5. My heart skipped a beat. They repeated Code pink Labor room 5. I said, Hold that thought for a minute God and high tailed it back up to the waiting room. I grabbed the first person in blue scrubs I could find and asked what is a code pink? Baby in distress. Holy Jesus. With rubber legs, I tried not to run, but quickly made my way back up to the waiting room and asked the receptionist if she had any updates for Labor room 5. We don’t give out any updates, you’ll have to contact someone in the room. I checked my phone, no text. I knew better than to try and text so I pulled out my rosary and prayed. The anxiety and fear was coursing through my entire body. But I talked to my friend Jesus. I said I know you hear the cry of your people and I’m crying here. I also know your will, and all that,  but I’d really like to meet my grandson. My mind started entertaining worst case scenarios, none of which I would wish on my daughter. But I knew enough to stop that train of thought in its tracks, it's unproductive and crippling.  I called my husband and asked him to pray, I texted a prayer warrior friend and asked her to pray. And I prayed, and I prayed and I calmed. It seemed like an eternity but half an hour later her doula came out and sat next to me and said he’s here and everyone’s perfect, you can go see him now.

I burst into tears, I just couldn’t hold back my emotions for one more minute. Thank you Jesus thank you Jesus. I got myself together and met my grandson. Apparently everything was fine then it wasn’t. His heart rate dropped and they told my daughter look you have to get him here now. He wasn’t breathing, he was gray, and they immediately rushed him to the table and began suctioning him out. Come to find out later that the cord was wrapped around his neck, twice. And just by God's grace the doctor on call was the very best at resuscitation. That's just how God works. A few harrowing moments later he was perfect, just like that. We all cried and hugged and thanked God for watching over us all. Not only did my prayers help me, I really think they helped baby Rudy. The Lord does hear the cry of his people.

I just love this photo of the newest addition to our family. The look on my daughters face is priceless, relief, thanksgiving, gratitude, love and Baby Rudy looking directly into his fathers eyes. Precious life, a miracle indeed.