January is Sanctity of Life month. I was born in January. What a coincidence…maybe not a coincidence.
Today, I want to share a personal story, not so much about me but about two people who shaped the world for me. Mind you, this is a story as I know it. It may have slight variations if told by others from their perspectives.
But before I begin, I want to let every reader know that you are NOT a mistake regardless of the circumstance of your birth. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You were known by your Creator even before you were conceived. And best of all, Jesus loves you. Yep, Y O U.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139.14
Fifty-two years ago, modern medicine wasn’t quite so modern. My mother who was forty when she found out it wasn’t full blown menopause, it was a pregnancy. I can only imagine her reaction - panic - embarrassment - distress - or maybe blessed.
Let me set the stage… Mom and Dad already had six children with their eldest daughter pregnant with her second child. I can’t imagine being pregnant the same time as my DAUGHTER! Anyway, Mom then developed gestational diabetes. As I mentioned, medicine has come a long way since then. But fifty-two years ago gestational diabetes was bad news.
According to Mother’s doctor and his partner, there was only one option - terminate the pregnancy. My parents were livid that such a thought was actually voiced. Both doctors agreed that there was a one hundred percent chance that the baby would die and a greater than fifty percent change my mother would die in delivery.
The doctors told them it was okay since her life was endangered. Against all medical advice, my parents refuse to abort. In January, following their eldest daughter’s delivery of a healthy baby boy in November, my mother went into labor a month early.
The delivery went on for hours. Mom was beat and the baby was stuck in the birth canal. The doctor said they would have to stop and remove the baby by cesarean section. The baby would not survive the time it would take to get it out.
Mother would not have it! She begged her doctor to try a few more minutes. Just before all hope was lost, a ten-plus pound baby girl was delivered. She was snatched away immediately for intensive care.
My parents weren’t allowed to see her for quite some time. When they finally saw her and talked to the doctor the news was grim. The baby had a nurse with her around the clock. A surgeon was consulted because her left arm needed to be amputated. The doctors said her left arm was damaged so badly during the difficult delivery that it virtually died. It would never be of any use and would most likely never grow beyond the infant arm that it was.
Not to be deterred, my parents stood their ground. One of the nurses said she had seen the baby move a finger on her left hand. My parents pleaded for help to save the baby’s arm.
For the first couple of years, I wore a brace on my left arm and my mother wound exercise it every single day. My older siblings would leave the house during that time due to the painful screams and my mother’s tears.
I grew up to be a happy, healthy, SAVED adult. I’m so thankful to have been given life, especially with the poor prognosis for my mother. God has blessed me more than I can express and He started those blessings with Pro-life parents!
Do I have “scars” from that traumatic birth? Not really. My left arm is a couple of inches shorter than my right and I have limited use, but what’s that? I have life and through Jesus Christ, I have life to the full!
I urge you to choose life! It’s not too late.
I’m happy to share my story in person, and I’d love to hear your story of life. Leave a comment below about how God has given you life.