Read one woman’s amazing Miscarriage Miracle Story: God saved her son!
About five years ago I was pregnant when I started experiencing symptoms of a miscarriage (cramping, bleeding, etc.) at about 12 weeks. I went to the ER (Albany Medical Center). After being examined and having an ultrasound the doctor told me that I was in the process of miscarriage and there was nothing they could do. His heart rate was below 90 and decreasing (125 is a normal fetal heart-rate) I asked if there was something I could do, if going on bed rest could help.
They said it would not make a difference, that I was already in the process of miscarriage. (They actually used the term ‘spontaneous abortion’ which I resented). They told me to go home and if the baby had not ‘passed’ within a week to come back for a D&C. I was absolutely crushed, especially because me and my husband had lost our first child at around the same time a few months earlier. I began to cry as the doctor left the room and I waited to be discharged. I could not believe it, my worst fear was really true, I would lose this baby also.
Without any words ( I couldn’t find any) I drew near to God in my heart. Immediately I stopped crying and at that moment a janitor was walking by mopping and I asked him to ask the doctor to come back in. When he came back in I told him that my baby (NOT, “fetus”) was going to live. He clearly did not know how to proceed and just apologized, reiterating the fact that based on my symptoms and their findings that that was the prognosis. I respectfully told him that I was sorry but I did not agree.
Upon leaving the hospital I called my closest family and friends (many of which are powerful intercessors with great faith) and asked them to pray for my unborn child. Many of them made prayer chains, some even reaching to Florida and California. When I got home I laid down on the couch and tried to find the strength to pray. I felt the Holy Spirit minister to me that I did not have to pray, just to rest, that I was covered.
What happened next is kind of hard to explain in words, but the best way to describe it is that I could actually feel the prayers of the people, almost like a very soft vibration. A wave of peace washed over my body. It was an unbelievable feeling that I cannot describe but I could physically feel it. In that moment I knew that my baby would live.
I determined to stay on bed-rest. Within 24 hours the cramping and bleeding slowed to a stop. My best friend would call me on the phone, declaring that my baby would live and not die, she commanded his heart rate to regulate, she spoke strength unto my body and his. When the week was up I returned to the doctor as they instructed. They gave me an ultrasound (as protocol before preforming a D&C). What they found was a perfectly normal pregnancy, with a baby who had a heart-rate of 125.
They could not believe it, but I could 🙂
At around my due date I was scheduled for my weekly check-up and my regular doctor was delivering another baby so I had to see someone else. When the doctor came in he began the normal questions about my pregnancy. I briefly told him about the visit to the hospital at 12 weeks and I told him what I told the doctor. His face was amazed and he began to laugh. I was probably looking at him a little weird so he proceeded to tell me he was there that day and remembers the doctor talking about my response. He looked at my huge belly with tears in eyes and said “this is the baby?”
Justice Jeremiah was born almost two weeks late at 8lbs 4oz after a perfectly normal delivery. He is a healthy, beautiful almost five year old who is an amazing big brother to Jackson Joseph who is one. I am sure they will be men after God’s own heart. One day ( when I feel the time is right) I will tell him this amazing story of the healing power of God and His abundant love for us!