The morning of April 27th finally came, the day I had been anticipating with such an intense mix of excitement and fear was here.
It was agreed that I would have a scheduled c-section since I had one with my first, and they weren’t too sure how well he would cope with the stresses of a natural birth.
I remember being strangely calm on that day.. I mean I had the usual nerves most people have when faced with surgery of any kind, but in regards to what lay ahead of us, I was mostly at peace.
The doctors had warned us that he probably would not make it longer than a few minutes once outside of the womb, and told us that we should prepare ourselves for that.
I remember laying on the operating bed, while the doctor’s were preparing everything, and all I could do was look to Jesus. Look into His beautiful face, and fall into His sweet rest.
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will you rest.
– Matthew 11:28
I didn’t know what what would happen when that precious baby was born, but I was trusting in the One that did know.
As soon as they delivered him, I heard the most precious sound that brought tears to my eyes instantly.
Isaiah Thomas James Taylor was born.
His strong, beautiful cry filled that whole room.. and to everyone’s surprise, he was alright.
He was so beautiful, so perfect. He weighed 7 lbs, and by looking at him, you would have never known that anything was wrong.
My mom laid hands on him, and we prayed with every ounce of strength that we had to find favor in this moment.
When they wheeled me back to my room, with my new precious little boy in tow, the joy that filled me is something that I can never explain. I couldn’t totally comprehend what was going on.. was he going to be okay? did everything the doctors predict turn out to be wrong.. did my God really deliver?? Yes, with all of my heart, I believed yes.
The doctors kept saying how surprised they were that he was able to breathe, and how they couldn’t understand it. But, they still stood firm on their diagnosis, and told us to expect the worst at any moment.
But I didn’t.. I didn’t believe a word that they said.. how could they not see that he’s perfect.. my God redeemed. I truly believe that The Lord put a hedge of protection around mine and my husband’s minds. No matter what anyone said to us, we believed that he was completely healed.
We spent that first day in such complete awe of our little boy. I remember watching him sleep, holding him close, and singing praises to my God.
By the second day, the joy that had been filling my husband and I, started to turn to doubt.
The nurses had been coming in repeatedly to check his heart rate, and it had been doing very well until the evening of the second day. His heart rate had started to decline, and the nurses were predicting that there wasn’t much time left. My family all gathered around us and our little boy, and we prayed for hours. We pleaded with God to heal, to deliver, to make a way.
That night I held my boy in my arms, my eyes filled with tears as I went to sleep. All I could do was muster up the strength to pray that He didn’t take him during the night.. my heart just couldn’t bare that thought.
The next morning, I awoke to the nurse checking his heart rate again, and to everyone’s shock, it had gone back up!
All of the pain, all of the worry from the night before, quickly fell away.
My confidence in what I had been believing all along came back, and I was certain that he would be okay!
But then a few hours later, he began to get weaker.. his heart rate became slower and slower. We all gathered around again together, lifting up our voices to the only one we knew could deliver us in this moment.. we cried, and begged, and pleaded with all of our might, to stop this from happening…
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
– 1 Peter 5:7
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