The Power of Prayer

My pregnancy with little man was nothing short of perfect. I had no complications. He was healthy. I was healthy. Then his due date was here and gone. I opted to let nature take its course and wait it out. Two weeks to the day I woke up around 2:00am with mild contractions. I had an appointment to be induced into labor on June 7. I called the doctor and asked if I should keep my apponintment or just go to the hospital. The lady on the phone just laughed and said go to the hospital. 


After 22 hours of labor and about 45 minutes of pushing our little man came into the world on his own terms. Everything was perfect. Or so it seemed. 

The next morning little man had spit up a little on the bed. I didn’t think anything of it. The pediatrition came in to do a regular check-up. He immediately had concern on his face. The spit up was lime green. The doctor asked if he could run some extra tests. The tests all came back inconclusive. That’s when things got scary. They called Helen DeVos Children’s Hospital in Grand Rapids and had them bring a crew and their special ambulance. Our precious newborn was packaged up and shipped to Grand Rapids without us. The doctor said he suspected that our baby had a malrotation of the intestines. This, if not treated, could potentially be fatal. 

Over the course of a few hours I was emergency discharged from the hospital so we could make our way to Grand Rapids. I remember crying the whole way. Exhausted, in pain, terrified of what could happen. 

When we finally made it to the NICU of DeVos we were reunited with our sleeping baby. He was hooked up to what seemed like a million wires. The nurses and doctors at the children’s hospital were nothing short of amazing. They were soothing, informative, compassionate. It takes a very special person to work in that department. 


Tests and more tests were performed. Little man wasn’t allowed to eat. I was afraid to hold him because he would smell my milk. The second day there I was able to hold him and we almost never left his side. The tests were all coming back negative-which is good. The third day in the NICU we received the all clear to go home news. I cried. Our baby boy was going to be just fine. 


While all of this chaos was going on in our lives there were probably hundreds of prayer warriors lifting little man up to the Lord. They prayed for me and Luke. I felt an overwhelming peace. I know that prayer can move mountains but I never thought the mountain would be my son and his potentially fatal condidition that I saw on multiple x-rays. 

God chose to heal my child. For what reason? I don’t know. Maybe just so that I would share his story and the power of prayer that I witnessed. Miracles happen in so many ways. And if your miracle doesn’t happen, God still has a plan and a purpose for what is happening. 

Isaiah 66:9 In the same way, I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born.” The Lord says this: “I promise that if I cause you the pain of birth, I will not stop you from having your new nation.” Your God said this.

Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.
James 1:17 17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

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