There was a couple, that after much anticipation found themselves pregnant. To say, that the mother and father were overjoyed is an understatement, but the happiness did not last long.
Six months into the pregnancy, things took a drastic turn. The mother’s water broke unexpectedly and she was rushed to the delivery room for an emergency, premature birth.
A girl is born first and a boy second. The baby girl was crying, but the boy had not made a sound and he was blue.
There was a obvious problem, because most of the professionals in the room, were crowding, around the boy.
The baby boy had stopped breathing and had a faint heartbeat, after several minutes of intervention, the experts discontinued the resuscitations efforts.
As the frantic energy filled and left the room, the doctor, resigning, asked the question. Have you chosen a name for the baby boy? The boy’s name was Jamie.
The Doctor then said, “there was nothing more, that could be done.” In his professional opinion it was over, Jamie could not be saved.
As the experts began to funnel out the room, the mother asked to hold Jamie. He was cold and she decided to press her warm, bare skin against his. She understood, what the professionals said, but she and the father had planned for this day. Jamie was more than another baby or a patient, he was a desired son. He was planned, he was wanted and he was expected.
Eventually, momma ordered daddy to climb into the hospital bed, with her. He too, bear chested began to hold, speak and caress Jamie. Momma and Dad remained in this position, until the gasping became breaths and the color in his skin returned. Jamie did not die that day and his parents intervening saved his life.
Momma knew it sounded odd, she said this, “if he (Jamie) was still gasping for air, there was still a sign of life, so I wasn’t going to give up that easily.”
“We were trying to entice him to stay. We explained his name and that he had a twin, that he had to look out for and how hard we tried to save him.”
“He suddenly gasped … then opened his eyes.” Jamie was alive and he was grabbing a hold of daddy’s finger. Momma said this, “If we had let the doctor walked out of the room with him, Jamie would have been dead.”
After this, the neonate team rushed in stabilize Jamie.
::: Here is what I learned from this story.
Your baby is your dream, your purpose, your gift, your calling, your legacy, your assignment, your business, your idea, your hope, your promise, your goals etc
The experts are going to give you an expert opinion and the expert’s are going to be wrong.
There was a doctor, nurses, respiratory therapists and the rest of the entire neonate team, that conclude there was no hope. The parents, said otherwise. I want to remind you of how long they waited to be parents, they wanted it more than everyone else.
Only you know the real sacrifices, this is your blood, your sweat and your tears. Nobody will care or can care like you.
– Name & speak to your baby/dream
– Give your dreams a description
– State the problems it will solve
– State the people it will help
– What you breathe life into, the world will eventually breathe life into
When the doctor was asking for a name. He meant it for the death certificate, but for mama and daddy meant it for the birth certificate.
2 Kings 4:15-37
Then Elisha said, “Call her.” So he called her, and she stood in the doorway.“About this time next year,” Elisha said, “you will hold a son in your arms.”“No, my lord!” she objected. “Please, man of God, don’t mislead your servant!” But the woman became pregnant, and the next year about that same time she gave birth to a son, just as Elisha had told her. The child grew, and one day he went out to his father, who was with the reapers. He said to his father, “My head! My head!” His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.” After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died. She went up and laid him on the bed of the man of God, then shut the door and went out. She called her husband and said, “Please send me one of the servants and a donkey so I can go to the man of God quickly and return.”
“Why go to him today?” he asked. “It’s not the New Moon or the Sabbath.”
“That’s all right,” she said. She saddled the donkey and said to her servant, “Lead on; don’t slow down for me unless I tell you.” So she set out and came to the man of God at Mount Carmel. When he saw her in the distance, the man of God said to his servant Gehazi, “Look! There’s the Shunammite! Run to meet her and ask her, ‘Are you all right? Is your husband all right? Is your child all right?’
“Everything is all right,” she said. When she reached the man of God at the mountain, she took hold of his feet. Gehazi came over to push her away, but the man of God said, “Leave her alone! She is in bitter distress, but the Lord has hidden it from me and has not told me why.” “Did I ask you for a son, my lord?” she said. “Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?” Elisha said to Gehazi, “Tuck your cloak into your belt, take my staff in your hand and run. Don’t greet anyone you meet, and if anyone greets you, do not answer. Lay my staff on the boy’s face.” But the child’s mother said, “As surely as the Lord lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So he got up and followed her. Gehazi went on ahead and laid the staff on the boy’s face, but there was no sound or response. So Gehazi went back to meet Elisha and told him, “The boy has not awakened.”
When Elisha reached the house, there was the boy lying dead on his couch. He went in, shut the door on the two of them and prayed to the Lord. Then he got on the bed and lay on the boy, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands. As he stretched himself out on him, the boy’s body grew warm. Elisha turned away and walked back and forth in the room and then got on the bed and stretched out on him once more. The boy sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.