Two days are reserved each year to celebrate the birth of our two amazing sons. The months encompassing their births are heady with joyful memories and a good dose of warm fuzzies.
Our first born son Derek has a birthday rapidly approaching next month, thus my mind has been reflecting on God’s faithfulness on that glorious day in March 1992.
Long before Derek was a twinkle in his daddy’s eye, I prayed that God would bless us with a child, and just like all mothers do, I also asked that our child would be healthy too. Included in those petitions was a plea that my delivery would be speedy and absolutely NO C-section. The diary of a wimpy woman right here folks! Though I longed to have a child I was a chicken with a capital C.
Lo and behold the day came when my in home pregnancy test confirmed I was expecting, my joy knew no bounds. Each month as my tummy swelled so did my earnest prayers. Not only was my appetite for food voraciously increasing so was my reading of pregnancy books. This over abundance of food not only tipped the scale but the excess knowledge of TMI caused an heavy weight of anticipation and anxiety as well.
When bright cheery daffodils rose from their wintery slumber trumpeting in Spring. *God’s knitting of our son within my womb was now complete. It was time to deliver the promise.
Portland Adventist hospital was bustling with mother’s to be in the maternity ward, apparently the stork was mighty busy ! Throughout it all I felt confident the Lord knew my plan that I carefully laid out for Him. Once settled in, Kevin stayed bedside as visitors and staff came and went; while I tried to smile between contractions. So far, so good, until my ears heard a frighting statement from the nurse after checking on my progress. Pulling the sheet down she said, “Oh honey, this baby is too big, I think your going to need a C-section. Crestfallen and gripped with fear my mind raced with the devastating news. She tried every trick in the book to comfort me, as did a dear friend moments later… bless their hearts. Nevertheless, I was completely panic stricken, I knew right then and there I needed my mama. Per my request, Kevin quickly stepped outside to go look for my mom and bring her to my room, so she could pray for me while we waited to hear the doctor’s assessment.
When I told my mama the news, she straightened up and confidently said, “We are not going to receive that.” Planting her feet firmly on the ground she boldly declared, “I’m going to stomp on that old devil.” Yes !! Preach it mama I thought quietly to myself, the 12 hrs of labor had me extremely tired and groggy. Mom continued to pray with conviction and determination. Monitors beeped and fear hung thick, as she reminded God of His promises quoting scripture and interceding on my behalf. Zealously closing her supplication with, “Lord stretch her like you stretched her dress”.
One minute cruising on the freeway of agreeing prayer my reasoning hit the brakes. What on earth is she talking about?… my weary mind confused unable to track her last statement. Quickly the Lord brought to mind the dress she referred to. It was a velvet Christmas dress I made one year earlier. After being cut out and shoulders stitched, it seemed from all appearances too small for me when I threw it over my head before sewing up the sides. Not needing my theme song to be, “It’s All About the Bass”. Believing that no amount of diet or exercise would get my bass to fit into that sewn up dress before my employer’s Christmas party, a mere one week away. Desperate, I went to the fabric store and bought a yard of velvet to make two side panels. Words cannot began to describe how unenthused I was with this last ditch idea… feeling “Side Panels” sound better for cars and homes than a velvet dress. With that looming thought in mind I decided to forgo the panels and stitch up the sides anyway, hoping, praying it would fit. What did I have to lose besides the unrealistic idea of shedding pounds rapidly.
To my complete surprise it fit and rather comfortably I might add. Now feeling like a princess in my homemade frock, I attended the delightful Annual Christian Supply’s Christmas Party; being hosted that year at the beautiful Resort at the Mountain.
About that dreaded C-section, God answered mom’s prayer to stretch me just like He did my Christmas dress, eliminating the need to perform surgery much to the nurse’s amazement. Oh, lest I forget… the one yard of fabric I choose not to use later became a little pair of velvet pants for Derek’s first Christmas. God’s perfect provision that was dearly needed for our already “Stretched Budget”.