I want to tell you about one of the most wonderful and intense events in my life that changed my life forever. It stretched my faith to the limit and it was heart wrenching in the beginning of it. I had to trust God and keep walking even though I didn’t know what was going to happen. I had never been in a situation like it before in my life, so I had to completely rely on my faith, not my sight (or rather what I had experience with).
I am talking about the birth of my baby girl. Our daughter was our first born. She was born a month early and she arrived into this world only weighing 6 pounds. She was as small as a little Teddy bear, and she was the most beautiful gift of God I had ever seen.
When the nurses laid her down on the warming table to clean her up, I noticed that her tiny chest was heaving up and down like she wasn’t getting enough air. I asked the nurses who were helping her what was wrong, but they said she was healthy and fine. I would not give it up and I persisted to ask what was wrong with her.
The emergency unit nurse heard me and she came over to look at our daughter. The very moment she saw her, she said, “Okay sir, you need to come with me.” As she grabbed the wheelie cart my daughter was on, the other nurses backed away immediately. The emergency nurse is the head nurse and she was the boss.
She quickly, but safely took our daughter to a room where they put her under an oxygen hood. It’s like a plastic box that goes over them and fresh oxygen is pumped into it. The head nurse told me that she was having a little trouble breathing and she was glad I said something. She told me it was normal and everything was going to be okay. Colorado is at high altitude, so kids who are born here sometimes have trouble breathing due to the thin air.
I was a mess. I could not stop the tears and I felt broken inside. There was nothing I could do for her. I could not comprehend why this would be happening with our first child. My wife couldn’t even hold her yet. I was crying out to God deeply inside my soul and clinging to my faith.
I sat down next to my daughter as she lay there just barely a few minutes old struggling to breathe. She still had her eyes closed and she was so little, so soft and precious. The weight of fatherhood was on me, and I accepted it with an open heart.
As the oxygen filled her lungs, I could see her chest beginning to calm down and not strain so hard for air. I was praying for her quietly and digging deep into my faith. There were openings on the sides of the oxygen hood, so I put my pointer finger inside and touched her tiny left hand. At once, her little fingers wrapped around my finger tightly. I whispered very softly to her, “It’s okay honey, Daddy’s here.”
The very second I spoke to her, she turned her head towards my voice. Her eyes were still closed, but she was turned so that her face was looking right at me. I said again, “It’s okay honey, Daddy’s here.”
After that, I was in tears and trying not to cry hard. I stayed like that with her for the next two hours until she was able to breathe on her own. That was my introduction to fatherhood and I was just a young man in my early 20s.
When the nurse gave us the all clear, she took us back to the birthing room (which was like a hotel suite) and she immediately gave our daughter to my wife. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen to watch my wife hold our daughter. I will never forget it.
I was there for the whole birth, and I even assisted the nurse. I watched God bring a new life into the world, and it changed my entire life! It was amazing!
I was there for my son’s birth too, but his birth is funny! He came flying out in one push and the doctor actually bobbled him for a second and then caught him. I told the doctor, “Good catch!” Seriously, he came out like he was on a water slide healthy and strong, praise God! The second child is easier I guess!
Our daughter grew stronger and stronger by the day, and she is now a beautiful 10 year old girl who loves music, art, and dance. She plays piano and french horn, and she is the kindest person I have ever known. I love you Rosie girl!
I call my son Biggie Son, or Bigs for short! That is because he is a strong athletic boy with a big heart. I tell him, “You are going to be a big man someday, and you need to use that to help people.” He has an extroverted type personality and he loves theater and music. When he walks into school, just about every kid knows and says hi to him because he is nice to everybody. I love you Biggie Son!
Being a father has stretched my faith to the limit many times. Many times I could not see how things were going to work out or why things happened the way they did, but I just dug deeper into my faith in Christ.
It was Jesus who anchored me that day my daughter couldn’t breathe. It was Jesus who helped her in the power of the Holy Spirit as I prayed over her. It is Jesus I glorify for all of it!
No matter what you are going through right now, you can trust that Jesus can and will get you through it victoriously! Walk by faith in Him.
Grace and peace to you all!