A little more than twenty four years ago, my wife informed me that she was having strange pains. I was concerned of course, but I didn’t think it was too serious. After all, she WAS pregnant, and discomfort comes with the territory. Right? Right. It couldn’t be labor pains, because she was only seven months along.
As day turned to night, the pain got worse, so we headed to the hospital. When we arrived we found out it WAS labor pains after all. The doctor said it was way too early, and the baby was way too small, so they had to try and stop the labor.
They gave her medication for hours, and then hours turned to days. After a few days they decided they could not stop the labor with the medication. To try any longer could harm the baby, if it hadn’t already. The baby WAS going to come.
We knew the baby was a boy, and had already named him Zakary. For months we had been anticipating his arrival, and we were so ready to hold him in our arms, but now we were worried. It’s too early. He’s too small. He may not survive, and if he does, he may have lots of problems.
The doctor said, “his lungs are not developed yet. We need to give him a few rounds of steroids to help them develop. Even then there’s no guarantee. He’ll have to stay in the hospital for some time. He only weighs about three pounds.”
Frightening news, but I was praying and begging God to let my son be alright. I knew God could make everything okay. He had so many times before, but there had been times when things hadn’t gone well, so I was still worried.
After a few more days and some more steroids, the doctor said he couldn’t hold back the labor any longer. We would just have to deal with whatever problems the baby would have as a result of being premature. So the next step was to go ahead and get him out, and start working on him to insure his survival. So, they broke the water, and we waited.
Not long into our wait, the nurses ran into the room and started checking the machines. The machines were working properly. The baby’s heart had stopped. It started back, but his heart rate kept dropping back down. After his heart stopped a second time, they rushed us down to the operating room, and began a C-Section to get him out as soon as possible. In no time the doctor had him out and held him up. He was alive and breathing on his own, and everyone knew for sure that his lungs were well developed. We were so happy to hear him crying.
What a miracle. The premature baby with undeveloped lungs, that the doctor said only weighed three pounds, turned out to have great lungs, and weighed over seven pounds. Thank you Jesus.
As I held my firstborn son in my arms, I was filled with joy and awe. God had given me my heart’s desire; a son. The Bible tells us that children are a blessing from the Lord (Psalm 127:3-5). That day that blessing was bestowed on me, and I thanked God for giving me a son.
Today we are celebrating Zakk’s twenty fourth birthday. Twenty four years sounds like a long time, but in some ways, it seems like no time at all since I first looked into the eyes of that beautiful blessing from God. He’s grown into a fine young man. He reminds me so much of me when I was his age. We don’t always agree on everything, but I’m so proud of him. He’s his own man, with his own thoughts, and hopes and dreams, just like I was at his age. I love him so much, and I thank God for him, and for the awesome miracle he gave us twenty four years ago.
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