"Be still and know that I am God."
Those were the last words I recited as I closed my eyes in what was the scariest moment of my life.
Yesterday, I started experiencing some mild contractions in the morning. By two o'clock in the afternoon, what had been mild turned into intense, consistent contractions. I knew something was terribly wrong so we packed in the car and headed straight for the hospital. At the hospital, I was told that I was already 2 cm dialated, but the fast and furious contractions were making my labor speed right along. Within minutes of walking through the emergency room door, there were swarms of people buzzing around me. I was flipped on my head, given pills/shots/IV's, and hooked to all kinds of monitors- all in an attempt to stop labor. From that point, it seems like such a blur. When my contractions intensified and didn't break in between, we were told that I was fully dialated and that an emergency c-section was necessary. I was rushed to the operating room and before I knew it, was being placed under general anesthesia. Up until this point, almost every comment from the hospital staff (aside from our wonderful midwife), had been preparing us for what seemed like a pretty bleak situation for Pierce. Words such as "non-viable" were used to suggest our unborn child's condition. So needless to say, as I lay there alone (Nik wasn't allowed back in the OR because of the conditions), on that cold operating table, pain surging through my body, I felt completely hopeless. And then I remembered the phrase my midwife told me when I first came in..."Be still and know that I am God." Immediately I was reminded of God's presence. A sense of comfort flooded over me. I knew God was there. I was reminded of his sovereignty. And most importantly, I knew that He and He alone could save our tiny baby.
I awoke in the recovery room, being told that our 1 lb 8oz son was in "stable" and "good" condition. Their main concern was to get him transferred to Levine Children's Hospital in uptown (we were at a small branch in south Charlotte). It took them about 2 hrs to get Pierce transferred and I followed shortly after. We were only allowed to see him for about a minute as the wheeled him to the ambulance.
Yesterday was and still is, the scariest day of my life. Lying there helpless. The desire to hold my baby was so strong, but yet I couldn't even touch him. But God is gracious. He grants us the strength that we need. And last night, He met us and comforted our broken hearts.
But the biggest praise is that Pierce was and still remains stable. Thanks be to our gracious God. He is slowly being weaned off of the ventilator and is doing a great deal of breathing on his own. This is a HUGE victory for our little champ. He has proved to be a fighter. And all day today God has used Scripture as well as other people to offer us hope and encouragement.
Many of you have asked how we are doing and to be quite honest, it has/will be a rollercoaster of emotions. We have been overwhelmed and humbled by the outpouring of prayers and support from our friends and family. And we have been reminded of our hope during this difficult time- Jesus Christ. Our Lord has been so gracious to us and we feel confident that He is at work in little Pierce's life. While we have great physicians here, we are reminded that He is the only one that we can call upon to save Pierce. We ask that you intercede on our behalf and continue to pray for Pierce. Pray that he will remain free from infection, that his lungs will be mature and that he will not experience any brain bleeds.
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Christ is All,