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The Grace of God Saved My Baby

by on Feb.02, 2007, under Children Miracle Stories

How did one of the most special days of my life turn into a nightmare?

I have two children, Derick who is twelve and Michael who is three. My pregnancy with Derick was a piece of cake, everything went smoothly and I gave birth to an 8lb and 7oz bouncing baby boy.  He was perfect with no health issues.  Because of the ease with which I delivered Derick, l assumed everything would go as well when I delivered my second son.  I could not have been more wrong.

The beginning of my pregnancy with Michael was uneventful, it wasn’t until my six month glucose test that I had any problems at all.  The results of my test showed that I had a severe case of gestational diabetes.  I was taking up to 120 units of insulin a day.

My original due date was January 3rd but, by December I could not sleep, my fingers would tingle all the time, and I was very uncomfortable.  Due to my increasing symptoms from the diabetes, my doctors decided that they were going to induce me the day after Christmas, December 26th.

I was so excited.  My husband, Phil, and I got up at 6:00 a.m. and drove to Norwalk Hospital happily anticipating the arrival of our first son together.  Soon after my arrival, the hospital staff began a Pitocin drip to induce my labor.   After several hours of Pitocin I had still not gone into labor.  I was not at all dilated.  Finally, at 6:00 pm, 12 hours after my “induction” my doctor sent me home and said we would give it another try the following morning.

The next morning, bright and early, Phil and I arrived at the Hospital again; still excited but becoming a bit worried and anxious.  I was given a gel treatment in an attempt to cause dilation and speed things up, but again we had no success.  We again were sent home and told to return the next morning for a second gel treatment.

At this point I was not only uncomfortable but frustrated as well.  We once again returned home.  My mother and father-in-law came to our house to visit and took Phil and me out to lunch.  We decided to try things the old fashioned way, so we all went for a long walk to try to speed things up on our own.

That night, at long last, my labor finally started!  I was in a great deal of pain, but at the same time I was happy that this pregnancy was finally going to be over and I was going to have my little boy!  I called the doctor and told her my contractions were getting very close and she instructed me to head out to Norwalk Hospital .

It was around 10:00 p.m. on Sunday evening when my doctor arrived and checked the status of my dilation.  I was disappointed to hear that I was only about two centimeters. She started the Pitocen drip again and my labor progressed.  Shortly thereafter I decided to get an epidural.

Time started passing and the pain was increasing. At about 10:00 a.m. Monday morning I was still only dilated about 5 centimeters.  The doctor came in again around 12:00 noon and broke my water.  She reported to us that she saw meconium in the fluid.

My mother, who has been a nurse for 20 years, was very concerned and inquired why they were not making the choice to perform an emergency C-section.  Her response was, “because it was not like ‘split pea soup.’”  Although, my mother thought it was very odd and we were all getting nervous, we assumed the doctor knew what she was talking about and trusted her opinion.

Overall, I was feeling lousy and began to feel hot.  I asked the doctor to take my temperature and it was over 104 degrees.  The baby’s heart rate had increased so high it was off the charts and they could no longer read it.  We were all very scared.

For the next few hours I progressively got worse and at approximately 5:00 p.m. my doctor came in and decided she wanted to do an emergency C-section.  To further complicate matters, my surgery was delayed because the anisthegeologist was preoccupied with another situation so I had to wait.

At about 8:00 p.m. that evening they finally wheeled me in to surgery and there were a group of doctors waiting to care for the baby when he arrived. A few minutes later Michael was born thru C-section.  He weighed 9lbs 8ozs and he was blue and could hardly breathe, hardly the picture of health that I had seen when Derick was born.

For what seemed like an eternity, I waited in recovery.  I had no idea what was going on with Michael.   Finally, my doctor came in and told Phil and I  that Michael was very, very sick and that if he were to survive, he would have to be transferred to Yale.  She further explained that Norwalk Hospital did not have the equipment and machines that Michael would need to recover.

Phil traveled to Yale with Michael and I was taken about an hour later.   My luxury accommodations included an upright wheel chair in the back of an ambulance while the driver is on I-95 in the 3rd lane going about 80-90mph with a ton of bumps.  Not too pleasant on a two hour old C-section.

I finally arrived at Yale and was transported up to the 9th floor. After I got settled in the nurses took my temperature and it was still very high.  I felt awful, physically and mentally.  Around 1:00 a.m. a doctor came in our room and told us that Michael was still very sick and that we were going to have to make a decision regarding Michael’s treatment.

He had a 50% chance of surviving with no treatment.  Our other option was to put him on a Machine called the ECMO, which would increase his chances to 70%.  Without hesitation, we told the doctor to do whatever he could to do to save our baby’s life. He said he would call up for us after the procedure and tell us the status.

At this point I still have not yet held, or even seen Michael; all we could do was wait.  Michael made it through the night into the next day, which was December 30th. It was the longest night of my life.  I finally saw him the next day and as the day progressed he began doing better and better.  I was letting myself be hopeful.

On the second day, December 31st, at about 5:00 p.m. I was sitting in my room  on the 9th floor. My sister-in-law came running into the room frantically and says to me, Debbie they need you downstairs ASAP in the NICU with Phil and your family.

As I entered the unit my heart was throbbing and I was so nervous.  I will never forget the scene.  I saw all the doctors crying and Phil was screaming please take me not Michael!  My parents and in-laws were there, I went up to Michael and kissed him on his forehead and whispered in his little ear, “Michael the angels are watching over you.”

I could not stop crying, the doctors told us that Michael was failing and at that point there was nothing to be done to save him.  Michael’s heart rate started to drop so they escorted all of us to the waiting area where I was with Phil, his parents, and mine. We all were crying and in shock.  I was physically sick.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it was one of the doctors (Dr. Chapman).  She told us that there may be one more thing they can try on Michael, an older procedure that they used with the ECMO. She explained how they tried the newer procedure on Michael and he did not take to it, but there was that last option.

As she left I said to my family we are sitting here as if he is already dead and we need to go up to the room and pray.  I waited for the doctor to call us with the news on how it went. Finally, the phone rang.  I couldn’t believe what I heard.  The doctor told me that Michael had responded to the procedure and his stats improved.

Phil and I spoke with the doctors and they wanted us to understand that everyday was going to be a struggle with Michael on the ECMO machine and that there were no guarantees. They also told us that patients who do go on the ECMO can only be on it for a total of up to 12 days and then they have to take him off of it, no matter what happens.

Over the next few weeks, Michael would have a few good days and then a few bad.  Time was passing and he was not showing improvement and they were getting worried because the 12th day was quickly approaching.  The doctors told us to go home and they would call us they were going to take him off the machine.

We had no choice, so Phil and I waited by the phone. It seemed like a lifetime but it finally rang and the doctor told us that they took him off the machine and he was stable!  He remained on a ventilator and all the other various machines, but he had made it through the first process.

We were so happy I can honestly say for the first time I had hope and believed he was going to make it, and that the worst was over. I never believed in miracles, but now I do because Michael’s life is a miracle.

The doctors informed us that there could be complications with the ECMO as time passed.  They explained that some babies who were on it suffer from different ailments during their lifetimes, but Michael has absolutely nothing wrong with him.

I missed out on the beginning of Michael’s life.  The first time I held Michael was when he was about three weeks old, but it was a moment I will never forget and will always cherish.

If it were not for the grace of God, the doctors at Yale New Haven Hospital, and the ECMO machine my son would not be here today.

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    Live Each Day Like It’s Your Last

    by on Nov.30, 2006, under Children Miracle Stories, Divine Intervention, Near Death Miracle Stories

    My parents threw a party, a little get-together with the family. I was four years old and just got done eating a wonderful plate of noodles. I wanted to go swimming in the pool now, and no on

    I swear when I was down there, I saw a light and I thought I saw Jesus who told me he didn’t want me to come to heaven yet. My sister ran in the house and called the ambulance. Thankfully there was an ambulance worker down the road who wasn’t on duty but still came and saved my life.

    If it wasn’t for her, I honestly don’t know where I would be right now. Thank you B.J.  I’m scared to tell some of my best friends, because, I don’t think they’d believe me. I know I’m just a 14 year old, and us teenagers have weird things going on, but this is a true story. And I’m the one it happened to. Now I have tears coming out of my eyes.

    I think people should pray every night. You never know when something bad is going to happen or something might happen to someone you care about. You never know what’s going to happen or even if your going to wake up the next morning, so live each day like its your last.

    This miracle story was submitted by “J.R.S.” from CT.

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      He Is Right There Watching And Protecting Us

      by on Nov.18, 2006, under Car Wreck Miracle Stories, Children Miracle Stories

      In 2003 my mom, daughter Kimberlee (who was 4) and I went to Walmart.  Then we were gonna go to Lowes to get some things for my husband and father who were at my house building a porch.  Lowes was just across the street from Walmart.  I was driving, my mom was in the passenger side and my daughter Kimberlee was in the backseat in her car seat on the drivers side (behind me).  As I approached the stop sign Kimberlee ask for some Pepsi, so my mom handed her the Pepsi.

      I looked both ways and I didn’t see anything.  I proceeded to pull out and all of a sudden I heard a big BANG and glass shattering then a TERRIBLE JERK as my Jeep spun in one complete circle.  I was in shock “What just happened?”  I heard my mom say, “Oh My God Kimberlee”.   FEAR shot through my body and I was scared to turn and look at my baby.

      I slowly turned to see that her car seat was now in the CENTER of the backseat. The door was caved in and that’s what shoved her car seat over. That is where the car I had pulled out in front of hit me, right on her door.  Kimberlee began to cry because she spilled her Pepsi.  Not a scratch on her!! Thank GOD she was okay.

      The impact shattered the window of the door.   The odd thing is the direction my Jeep was slung in should have forced all that broken glass in on her, but it all went to the outside of the Jeep.  Can’t you just see her Guardian Angel there with her blowing that glass to the outside of the car?  I thank God for protecting us that day.  Even when we don’t have any idea bad things are about to happen, it’s so good to know that He is right there watching and protecting.

      This miracle story was submitted  by “M” from VA.

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        God Was Watching Out for Us

        by on Sep.16, 2006, under Car Wreck Miracle Stories, Children Miracle Stories

        It was a cold day in December of 2005 just 2 weeks before Christmas when I had gone shopping with my two daughters ages 3 months and 17 months and their grandmother.  We were shopping at a local department store.   As I came outside to put my children in the car, their  grandmother asked if I was going to strap the seat belt around the youngest one’s car seat.  I said no, its just 4 miles up the road.  After some disagreement we headed home.

        When I came to a sudden stop, the brakes went out.  The car was going to slide into the car in front us.   The only thing that came to mind was to try to make it in the driveway to our right.   As we tried to turn into that driveway, our car was hit by oncoming traffic going 65 miles per hour.   I blacked out.

        When I woke up the only thing I could think about were my children. I had to pull the youngest one out the window because the whole passenger side of the car was totaled. I was told that if  the youngest had been strapped in the way she was supposed to be she wouldn’t be alive today.

        Whats so great about this story is that I always buckled my children in the car and for some reason I didnt that day. When the impact if the other car hit us my youngest daughter’s car seat was able to slide over next to my oldest. I am so lucky that God was watching out for us and that no one got really hurt.

        This miracle story was submitted by “T” from KY.

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          God Protected Me From Being Shredded By A Tractor Mower

          by on Jun.29, 2006, under Children Miracle Stories, Near Death Miracle Stories

          When I was six years old my dad was mowing the lawn and he had hooked up the wagon to pull us three kids (my brother, sister and I) behind him on his riding lawn mower.  My dad did this often and it was nothing new for us. He was always very careful and checked on us often.

          When my dad was done he stopped the tractor and I stood up. When he had discovered that he missed a spot, he started up the tractor mower again and I fell out of the back of the wagon.   He backed over me not knowing I had fallen out. After realizing what had happened he drove forward flew off the tractor and to my aid.

          I remember him grabbing me and taking me inside.  My parents had to cut my pants off of me.  My legs had been beneath the mower deck and my pants were shredded to pieces, my head had been beneath the rear tire of the tractor. When I went to the hospital the only injury I had was a bruised pelvis and it prevented me from walking for three days.

          But with my body in the position that it was in, I should have been shredded and my skull crushed.  I don’t remember any pain.  The only thing I remember about being under the tractor was being outside my body watching my body be lifted off the ground and the tractor lifted away from my body.  I watched all this from away from the tractor!  God had protected me from being shredded and crushed.  With all the factors added together I should have died.

          This miracle story was submitted by “B.H.” from PA.

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            God Wasn’t Finished With My Baby Yet

            by on Mar.23, 2006, under Children Miracle Stories, Healing Miracles Stories

            I would like to share my story as a testimony to God’s miracles, and to the power of prayer.

            My husband and I were expecting our fourth child.  I had a normal pregnancy up until about 31 weeks when the doctors noticed there was a problem in the baby’s growth; he was only in the 10th percentile for his gestational age.  Because of this, the doctors began monitoring me more closely, doing non-stress tests and ultrasounds twice a week.

            At 34 weeks, they noticed that I had excessive fluid around the baby, that the baby’s limbs were alot shorter than they should be, and that the baby appeared to have a “double-bubble” stomach.  My doctors here in southeastern New Mexico decided to send me to a maternal fetal medicine specialist in Odessa, Tx (about 80 miles away).

            In Odessa, Dr. B____ performed another ultrasound.  He confirmed the problems that the doctors at home had stated, but he was able to give these problems a name.  The “double-bubble” in the baby’s stomach was a condition called duodenal atresia, where the tube leading from the stomach to the small intestine is not present, or is blocked.  Because he wasn’t able to pass any of the fluid, the baby’s stomach and kidneys were bloated beyond normal.

            As long as the baby was in the womb, the doctor assured me he was fine and not in any pain, but that he would need surgery to correct the duodenal atresia shortly after birth.  Because the baby had this condition, shortened arms and legs, and the fact that I has so much fluid surrounding him, Dr. B_____ also informed me that there was a great possibility  that the baby would be born with Down’s Syndrome.  Because of all of these complications, the doctor wanted to send me to Dallas, TX (about 400 miles from home) to deliver in order to be close to some of the best NICU departments and children surgeons in the world.

            Of course, my husband and I were devastated.  We were worried about the life expectancy of our child, and about the things that he might not be able to do if he was born with Down’s.  However, although we both felt like having a child with Down’s syndrome would be a challenge, we knew that it would be so rewarding and that we could give him the best life possible.  We weren’t really upset about Down’s syndrome, we were terrified of the surgery and the recovery.  Plus, we had three school-age children that we would have to leave at home with family while we were gone to Dallas.

            I had almost a week to get ready to go to Dallas, so I prepared my kids at home, my kids at school (I was a sixth grade teacher), and we tried to prepare ourselves.  We called all of our family, and we were put on prayer lists around the country.  My husband, children, and I prayed every night at the dinner table like we always did, but we really focused on praying for our unborn baby.  I cried alot, but I knew God would help us through — he always has before.

            We went to Dallas when I was 36 weeks pregnant, met with Dr. M____ (Maternal fetal medicine), and the surgeons at Children’s Medical Center.  Dr. M____ did another ultrasound and confirmed Dr. B_____’s findings.  The day after we arrived, they induced my labor.  After three days, still no baby, not even close.

            In the meantime, everyone continued to pray for us.  We missed our kids, they missed us, and we were worried about the new baby.  However, God heard the prayers of our friends and family, and even though the circumstances were trying, God gave us a peace that I cannot explain in words.  We just knew everything was going to work out, and we continued to pray.

            After the third day of labor, the doctors let me go back to the motel for the weekend and they said we would try again on Monday.  Monday morning we went back in to be induced, I didn’t progress, and they finally took the baby by c-section.

            My little J. S. R. was born January 24, 2005 and weighed 4lbs 14oz, and appeared to be doing well.  Almost immediately after birth, we were told that he did not have Down’s Syndrome.  That night, the nurses in the NICU gave him a bottle, and low and behold the next morning he pooped!  He was never supposed to be able to do that until after surgery because his intestines weren’t attached to his stomach.  My husband and I have never been gladder for a dirty diaper!

            They transferred the baby to Children’s Medical Center to run tests to see what happened.  They ran X-rays, upper GIs, lower GIs, did blood work, you name it.  After four days of extensive testing, they finally told us — not only did J. not have Down’s, they could not find any evidence of the duodenal atresia.  Our little boy was small, but perfectly healthy.

            We came home after being in Dallas for two weeks.  All the doctors apologized for their “mistakes”, but I told each and every one of them, “I don’t believe that the four doctors at home, the doctor in Odessa and the doctor in Dallas all mistaked his diagnosis — God healed him.”  I believe that God wasn’t finished with J. the first day they induced my labor, that’s why I was in labor for three days without moving close to delivery.  God was still working on him, healing him, and He wasn’t ready for J. to be born yet!

            I know without a doubt that God healed my son, that He heard all of those wonderful people that remembered us in their prayers.  I want everyone to know that God makes miracles happen every day, and that He does hear prayers.  He can give you a feeling of peace when your world is falling apart.  God is awesome!  I feel extremely blessed not only to have a healthy son, but also to have experienced first-hand one of God’s miracles.

            The baby is now 14 months old, and although he is slightly behind on some of his gross motor skills, he is doing wonderfully!

            This miracle story was submitted by “K.R.”  from New Mexico.

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