PODCAST TRANSCRIPT | EPISODE 239: Scary Birth Stories
LIFE TO THE FULL w/ Nancy Campbell
EPISODE 239: Scary Birth Stories
Even in challenging pregnancies and births, God will be with you. Our God is a miracle-working God and far exceeds the diagnoses of doctors. Today you will hear two birth stories from Michelle Schrum.
Announcer: Welcome to the podcast, Life to The Full, with Nancy Campbell, founder and publisher of Above Rubies.
Nancy Campbell: Hello, ladies! I should be continuing our series today, but instead I thought I would have a little change. I have asked my neighbor to come and share with us today. Michelle is living right next to us in their RV while they are building up on the Hilltop. It’s so wonderful having their family near us. We so enjoy them all.
Randy and Michelle have seven children, and you have heard from Michelle before, because we did seven podcasts together on “The Four L’s of Raising Children.” I had been talking to Michelle about family life, and she happened to mention how they used “The Four L’s.” They are teaching their children to Love the Lord, to Love Learning, to Love Labor, and to Love Liberty. We ended up doing seven sessions, didn’t we?
Michele: We did! We expected two or three, but we ended up with seven! [laughter]
Nancy: That’s so great! You can go back, look them up, and you can listen to them.
Today I have asked Michelle to share about a couple of her birth experiences. We all love birth stories, don’t we? I love wonderful, natural, amazing birth stories. But sometimes birth stories are not always perfect.
Michelle has some good birth stories, but she had a couple of really, kind of, not-so-easy ones. I thought I’d get her to share about them today, because they can be an encouragement to others who face difficult situations because life isn’t perfect. Not every pregnancy or birth goes perfectly, but God is always there. We’re going to see how God was in it all.
So, Michelle, maybe you could tell us about your twins’ birth. Michelle has 15-year-old twin sons. Tell us. Start from the pregnancy and let’s go from there.
Michele: OK. Well, this was my third pregnancy. The first two were pretty great. Good birth stories. This one was certainly miraculous and good as well, but a little more difficult. Some challenges came along the way pretty early. We thought it was a single. Of course, we were so super excited. Seeing the midwife, planning a homebirth. Everything was going great.
We expected twins pretty early on. Things were getting a little tight, but, hmm, I’m suspicious. It was like, well, third pregnancy could dispute that. But it was a few weeks after that, that another midwife came, and they did hear two heartbeats, so we were pretty sure.
But, of course, had to go for an ultrasound to confirm that. We did. We went to the ultrasound. At first, they said, “Nope, just one.” Then she started looking some more, and said, “Oops, wait a minute! Nope, there are two. They are back-to-back.” So, we were really excited.
We found out they were both. . . We weren’t going to find out what we were having. We wanted it to be a surprise. We found out it was twins. We were already surprised so we went ahead and found out that we were having two boys. That’s all we knew. It was enough. High-tech ultrasound or anything.
We were excited and went on. A few more weeks passed by and I started experiencing some early-on back pain. Just getting larger, even for twins, than expected. My midwife took me to a doctor in town that was experienced with home births. He checked me over. He was a very kind older man. He said, “Nope, I think this is twins. You can expect things like this with twins.” I’m like, “Well, OK.”
Went home, and a few more weeks passed. It got very intense. I couldn’t even sleep. My back felt like it was breaking in two. I got huge and my midwife was like, “I’m taking you into a high-risk doctor.” She’s also a friend of mine who has been a midwife for years and years and years. Had experience with twins.
I kind of fought her on it. I said, “Nope!” I did NOT want to go see a doctor where I lived because it was a big war between midwives and doctors in that area. She wanted him to give me the approval that everything was going well and that I could continue with my homebirth. I was thinking, “There is NO doctor around here that’s going to OK that.” She said, “No, this one will. He’s a high-risk doctor but he and his wife have had five homebirths.” I said, “Oh, OK.”
She actually went and made the appointment for me. She went with my husband and myself to the appointment. I was exactly 23 weeks along. We walked in and he introduced himself. He immediately started an ultrasound in his office. Then he starts talking to me about twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. I’m listening. I’d heard of it before, but I didn’t ask him why he was telling me about this.
Then, as he was doing the scan and looking and kept talking in more depth, it dawned on me. I looked at him, and I said, “Wait a second. Are you telling me that my babies have twin-to-twin?” He’s like, “Yes, and it’s very serious. This is not looking very good.” I’m like, “Oh.” I immediately started tearing up as he was explaining to myself and my husband who had never heard of twin-to-twin, what it is.
Basically, what happens, we found out our boys were identical twins. With identical twins, they share a placenta. In that shared placenta, they should have their own set of blood vessels. Well, some of their blood vessels were connected and they were sharing blood. They call one baby the “donor baby,” and the other baby the “recipient.” The donor baby is not getting enough blood, because his blood is going to the other baby, brother in this case.
So Niles, who was our “Baby B” at that point, was very small, didn’t have any fluid, wasn’t receiving blood. He was “shrunk wrap,” and he wasn’t growing. He was dying. His brother, which is now Nolan, who was referred to as “Baby A” back then, had enormous amounts of fluid. He had fluid around his heart, he had fluid around his brain, and his heart was in distress because he was receiving too much blood.
Nancy: So, both were in distress in opposite ways.
Michele: Very much so. They were both in trouble and it wasn’t looking good. We’re at his office at the hospital, so he sent me down for more tests, a more in-depth ultrasound. I had to see (I didn’t even know this existed) a fetal heart specialist that looks at babies in the womb’s hearts. That’s his job.
I had all this testing all day long. We get home at 4 PM. At 8 o’clock that night, the high-risk doctor I went and saw called me and my husband and went over everything with us. He had already called a doctor in Cincinnati, Ohio, which is seven-and-a-half hours away from us. He said, “The only chance for these babies to survive, if at all, is if you go have this surgery. We need to see if you’re qualified even to have this laser surgery.”
There were only three doctors, at the time, in the United States that even did it, and the closest one was in Cincinnati, Ohio. We’re like, “OK.” That was Thursday night. We had to be at the Cincinnati, Ohio, Children’s Hospital at 6 AM on Monday morning. We left on Sunday. We had to stop by the hospital, the original hospital first, to check on the babies’ heartbeat. You can imagine. Oh, and it was Mother’s Day.
Nancy: I can’t even imagine that!
Michele: Yes, not a very memorable Mother’s Day that I want to remember. But the doctor comes in in his suit, unlocks the door just for us, does the ultrasound. Both babies still have heartbeats, so we’re on our way to Cincinnati.
We arrive in Cincinnati the next morning. At 6 AM they started testing. It was a full day of every kind of test you can possibly think of. I even had an MRI. I had another fetal heart specialist, two of them actually. Blood tests, you name it. Ultrasounds, everything you can imagine, from 6 AM to 4 PM.
At 4 PM they sit me and my husband in this huge conference room with two high-risk special doctors that would be doing the surgery, if I was even qualified for the surgery, specialized nurses, all these people. Sitting right next to me was the chaplain which was not comforting. I couldn’t even finish. He sat down, and I knew what the chaplain . . .
I couldn’t stop crying the whole time they were talking. They filled a white board in that room, filled with the statistics, our options. “You do this, this is the baby’s chance of survival.” If we did nothing, they said the chance of either one of them surviving was practically nothing. It was like a 99.9% chance they would both die in the womb. At this point it was not looking good.
One of the options they gave me, which I couldn’t even believe they were saying, was to cut Baby B’s cord and it would give Baby A an 80% chance of survival. I couldn’t, and I was crying. I said, “That’s not even an option! That’s not even an option for us. I don’t even want to hear that spoken again.” I said, “What is the option, the best chance to save both babies?”
They said, “Well, we can try this laser surgery and see how it goes. In order to save both babies, if it’s successful, that’s your best chance.” I’m like, “OK. When do we have it?”
It was a day and a half later, back in the hospital bright and early, to get me already for surgery. They take me back and it was in the Children’s Hospital. I had just had a spinal. I was awake during the surgery. I was awake the whole time. They made two little incisions. One they went in with a microscope. The other they went in with a laser.
Nancy: So, you’re able to see it all on the screen?
Michele: Yes, I can actually see. I was exactly 24 weeks at that stage. I could actually see the babies onscreen in my uterus. It was like watching Discovery TV. It was absolutely incredible.
What they did during the surgery, is they go in and they map out the placenta, and see which blood vessels are connected, that they’re sharing the blood with. It can be one, it can be 50. They mapped it out several times and they found five in my placenta that were connected. They laser them with the laser. Then they go back through and see if they can tell if they missed any. Then they sewed me back up and took me back to my room.
I was on medicine to stop contractions because they’d poked a hole in my uterus. It was normal to start contracting but they had to keep upping that medicine all night long, because my contractions weren’t stopping. Thankfully, by morning, they had let up. I hadn’t gone into full-blown labor or anything but they were starting to get a little concerned as it was lasting so long. But the medicine made you feel completely loopy and so thirsty.
The one thing they did when we went back to the room was that they turned off all the monitors because they had me hooked up, listening to the babies’ heartbeats. They turned it all off, because they said, “If anything happened, you’re just going to hear babies in distress, and there’s nothing we could do. You’re 24 weeks but these babies are sick. They’re not in good health.”
It’s a miracle for 24-week-old babies to survive, but these babies, if born, there is nothing they can do. They were in bad shape at this point. So, you turn everything off. I laid there, praying all night, believing God’s diagnosis and not the doctors.
Nancy: So, nobody knows what’s happening, doctors or you. It’s just, ohh.
Michele: Yes. The next morning, I’d had two surgeons. They both came back in, and they turned on the ultrasound machine. Me and my husband are holding our breath, I’m sure. At this point, we’re praying. They start scanning and a couple of seconds in, they’re like, “OK, there’s Baby A’s heartbeat.” I was like, “OK! What about Baby B?” And then, “Oh, there’s Baby B! Has a heartbeat!”
Nancy: That’s really miraculous.
Michele: Oh, it was. It was so God. The whole time, going through the process and beyond, the big takeaway was trusting God’s diagnosis and not the doctors, not man’s diagnosis, or man’s wisdom. Cut Baby B’s cord? No! I couldn’t imagine.
Nancy: Because their diagnosis was that they would never make it, wasn’t it?
Michele: Right. They even gave me the option of terminating the pregnancy and just starting over. I’m like, I couldn’t even imagine! This was not the doctor in St. Louis. He was a Christian man, and very, very, very supportive. But some of the other doctors, that’s what they’re taught.
So, both babies had heartbeats. I stayed in the hospital.
Nancy: What happened with all the fluid?
Michele: Oh, yes, all the fluid! During the surgery, not only did they laser the blood vessels, but remember, I was 24 weeks pregnant, but I was measuring 42 weeks pregnant with all the extra fluid. They drained seven liters of fluid off of Baby A, which is Nolan. They drained seven liters of fluid out of his back. So, I could feel, me being awake, I could feel my stomach deflating. I came out of that surgery like, “Oh my goodness! My stomach’s gone! Where’s my babies?” But it was, oh, so much fluid and that was where all my back issues and stuff were coming from.
We had to stay in Cincinnati for a week, for seven more days, with lots of doctor’s appointments and scans. Every 24-hour period that passed, the chances of their survival went up just a little bit more. Every time we went in, it was like, “Please Lord, let them both have heartbeats. Thank You.” Then we changed our prayer to “Thank You, Lord, for letting them have heartbeats.” Believing God’s Word, and not man’s.
Then we had to make the drive back, seven-and-a-half hours back home. I was on three months of bedrest. Two to three doctor’s appointments every single week for scans because they were watching the blood flow. Different things could happen. Blood vessels could grow back together. They could have missed one and not known. They were watching the babies’ blood flow back and forth.
They prepared me for delivery. They said specifically, “If this is successful surgery, you’ll make it 28 weeks.” I toured in my wheelchair. You have to tour the NICU and get all prepared for that. But, again, we believed God, and we kept praying. “We’re not going to be here. We’re not going to be here in this NICU,” and believing God for the best.
Week in and week out, we spent the entire summer. People were rallied around us and supported us. It was wonderful. My mom even, I think I mentioned something about Thanksgiving. She came up in July with an entire Thanksgiving meal that she had made from scratch. That fed our family for a week. I did a lot of reading and coloring with my older children because I was in bed.
Nancy: I think you mentioned once, you even had a Christmas meal, didn’t you, at that time?
Michele: We did! We had a whole Christmas party. This young lady who is such a blessing in our family, she’s just like a daughter to me. My little boy had mentioned that he wanted to do Christmas. It was like the why. He wanted Christmas. So, she shows up with these two giant black trash bags and she goes downstairs in our basement and strings Christmas lights everywhere. Even a disco ball and puts on Christmas music. They had a giant Christmas party downstairs.
Nancy: I think that’s so beautiful. It just inspires us doesn’t it, how when someone’s going through a trial and a difficult time to think of fun things to do. To just lift the spirits of those who are going through. I think that was so beautiful. I think it encourages us. Don’t be boring. Let’s think of fun and exciting things we can do for people when they’re going through these times.
Michele: Oh, absolutely. It was such a blessing. For all the friends who came over and sat on the end of my bed and had tea with me, or brought me healthy, yummy treats, just spent time. The wonderful books that I was given to be able to read during that time. Time went by quickly, believe it or not.
Babies kept on growing and all the issues they were having were improving. Niles was my Baby A that was shrink-wrapped and wasn’t growing. There was a big size difference between the two of them at the beginning of this. He was catching up to his brother. He was growing and catching up.
Nolan’s fluid around his heart and his brain were slowly deteriorating and going away. They were healing inside of me. I felt that too, like God’s healing hand was upon me and these precious babies. Passed that 28-week mark and just kept on going.
One of the doctors I had to see on a regular basis was the fetal heart doctor. He would look at their hearts, because with the twin-to-twin, Nolan had the distressed heart. It was enlarged. Niles’ heart was weak. But he found a heart defect in Niles, my Baby A, my little baby.
Even later on, as they started improving in things, he said, “Aside from twin-to-twin, when this baby is born, shortly after birth we’ll have to have heart surgery.” It wasn’t super-rare. He said, “It’s fairly common, but it is open-heart surgery,” so they were preparing me for that as well.
We started praying now for healthy hearts. These babies that they said, first of all, wouldn’t make it, have now made it all the way past 28 weeks and just kept going. I was able to go all the way to 37 weeks with these babies
Nancy: That is wonderful!
Michele: It was amazing. The high-risk doctor I had was absolutely wonderful when I came in to give birth to them. He knew I originally wanted a homebirth. The whole pregnancy was anything but. natural homebirth? He was so amazing.
I saw a nurse one time and she said some not kind things to me, because he told me that I could eat breakfast before I came. I needed my energy, which was against hospital protocol, of course. He was willing to do everything I wanted, as far as natural, and still keep a close eye on the babies and myself. He was absolutely wonderful.
I had one nurse who said some not nice things to me. I never saw that nurse again. He stayed on that hospital floor the entire day and into the night because I had them right before midnight. He didn’t leave. He stayed there, and he came and took them, and he did the ultrasound scans, and he came and checked their heartbeats. He was absolutely amazing.
My midwife, my friend was there with me, so I felt like I was in good hands. It came time to give birth. I did have to give birth in the OR, but I was able to have them completely natural, not even an epidural. It was amazing.
Nancy: Was one of them breech? Or they both came heads?
Michele: Yes, so their birth. Imagine the OR room stuffed full of people. Each baby, because they didn’t know, they thought Niles had this birth defect, and with the twin-to-twin, there are things that can happen. Even the blood vessel blood issue could happen during birth. I actually had an ultrasound going my entire birth. They kept the ultrasound machine on.
When I gave birth, Nolan came out first, headfirst. He was healthy, and his team of doctors took him in the room and checked him over. His team of doctors started leaving one at a time. He was left with one doctor who stayed with him for a little bit. But he was great.
But right when I gave birth to him, I started hemorrhaging, which I knew was a possibility, because they had messed with. . . I had surgery on my placenta. Things could happen with the placenta. The doctor actually reached up and grabbed. . . He was breech. Grabbed the first thing he could find, which was his feet, up to his elbow. Grabbed his feet and pulled his feet out. Then I pushed him the rest of the way out. So, they’re only 20 seconds apart.
If I wouldn’t have had the issue with hemorrhaging, they would have had different birthdays, because they were born right before midnight! [laughter] They were born at 11:54 and 11:55 PM, twenty seconds apart. I always think it's funny. The twin question I get asked all the time is, “Who’s older?” [laughter] They’re twins! They’re really the same! But it’s funny. Yes, he’s a footling breech.
Nancy: That’s pretty amazing. A footling breech. Hospitals won’t even do breech today. You have to have a cesarian for breech. Really, most midwives can handle a breech so beautifully. Footling breech is something else. When I had my twins, Evangeline was first, and she was breech. Then Stephen was headfirst. Often one is breech. But that is amazing. I forget which, Nolan, Niles, he didn’t even need surgery.
Michele: Oh! Yes! After they were born, and I hadn’t been anesthetized. I didn’t have an epidural. Even with him pulling the baby out, I didn’t feel anything, because when the first baby is born, it naturally, the head naturally numbs you. I didn’t feel any of him being breech, or him reaching up in me, or anything when Niles was born. The actual birth itself, besides the environment and the situation we were in, was probably my easiest birth. But they’re also my smallest. They were 5.5, and 5.14, which was a miracle!
Nancy: Such great weights! That is miraculous!
Michele: It really is. Niles had really caught up. He was not even a pound less than his brother. Niles’ team was over there, and his heart doctor was over there. They checked him all out, and one by one, they all started leaving. I was like, “Well, what about his heart?” And they were like, “His heart seems fine!” They did more tests the next day and no heart defect. It was a miracle. There was no surgery needed. Everything was perfect, and they’ve never had any heart issues.
Nancy: I never knew that story. And now, today, I see these young boys, because they’re living right next to us--15 years old, and they’re real boys, they’re out hunting and having this adventurous life with our grandsons around here.
They are two of the most wonderful boys, living for the Lord. They never miss a prayer meeting. They don’t just sit there on their chairs. They’re always into prayer and a part of it. Just shining lights for the Lord! Isn’t God so good?
Yes, and to think that they told you, “OK, you’d better maybe just finish it off.” You can’t listen to the diagnosis of the doctors. We can trust God. Oh, it is so sad that there are so many who listen to these false diagnoses and terminate their babies. And yet, so many who trust God, their babies come forth. Even with all you went through, God has brought these beautiful young men into this world.
Michele: Absolutely. I couldn’t imagine our life without them. They are such a blessing. Yes, you have to trust the Lord’s diagnosis, and not man’s. Even though I had to go through some of the hard things for pregnancy and such, I had to trust God. I knew it was going to be OK. Finding those prayer warriors to join you is an incredible, incredible thing.
Nancy: Amen! Well, I’m wondering, have we got time to hear about Ruthie’s birth story? Oh, we have! That’s exciting! I don’t know Ruthie’s birth story, so I’m going to be, wow! See what happens here.
But Ruthie, that is their youngest daughter. She is six years of age, the most beautiful little girl you could ever find. She’s always over here visiting me and helping me. Sunday morning, when we have church, she’s always over here early to help me put out all the chairs. She’s the greatest helper I have ever met! She loves to come and help me set the table. She loves setting tables. When I’m having visitors even, she’ll pop over, and she’ll help me set the table. Anyway, I’m looking forward to hearing, how did Ruthie come into the world?
Michele: Oh, Ruthie, yes. Actually, I had an amazing pregnancy with Ruthie. In between the twins and Ruthie, I did have Elijah, who was a beautiful homebirth story. Much less adventurous, which was wonderful. But Ruthie, fantastic pregnancy. Seeing the midwife again, planning the homebirth. Everything went fantastic.
Then, oh, fast forward to birth. I am notorious, except for the twins, to be a 42-weeker. So, here I am, getting past that 41st week. I think she was 41 weeks and three days, or four days. We had had dinner that evening. Actually, my husband and my older son were supposed to be out for the evening. I said, “You know, I think you should stick around for tonight.” Both were like, “Well, OK, that’s fine.” So, he stuck at home.
We finished up dinner, and everybody had gone their ways. My girls were reading, and Randy had gone downstairs to finish up some work in his office. I was finishing up the last bit of dishes and things. I thought my water broke! I looked down, and it was blood. I was hemorrhaging, gushing.
I ran into our bathroom. I passed the basement door and opened it up, and said, “Randy, I need you!” I ran into my bathroom to grab my phone, and I called my midwife. She gets on the phone, and I’m telling her, “I thought my water broke, but I’m bleeding.” She’s telling me which hospital to go to. She’s like, “We need to check you out. I’m going to send you to this hospital,” that was probably 15-20 minutes away. “But they’re very midwife-friendly there. But first, tell me, how much blood?”
So, I started explaining things to her. She’s like, “Um, get to,” I had a hospital probably 3-5 minutes away from us. She’s like, “Get there now. It sounds like a placenta issue. Get in the car and go. I’ll meet you there.” But she lived 45 minutes away. I called my friend, who actually was my midwife with the twins. She was no longer practicing midwifery. She was getting older. She was much closer. I’m like, “Meet me at the hospital.” I called her on the way.
I grabbed my birth kit, which thankfully, I don’t even know how I thought of this. It was just sitting in my room and on top was a waterproof pad for the mattress. I grabbed it and put it our car, thankfully. We zoomed off to the hospital. We pulled to the Emergency Room. My midwife had called so they were ready for me.
But we pulled up to the Emergency Room. My husband jumped out of the car, left the car door open. The car is running. The valet parking guy was standing there, and he sees me. He gasped, and he grabs a wheelchair and brings it over to me. I get in the wheelchair, and the valet parking guy’s wheeling me in. Randy’s behind him. The car’s running, and the door’s open.
The valet parking guy walks into the ER. There’s a big, long line, and he didn’t know what to do with me. He’s like, “Um, wait here.” I look at him. By that time, the receptionist saw me, and she yelled across the room to a nurse that was pushing another patient. She said, “This is the one they called in!” She leaves her patient, comes running to me, and whisked me off to the elevator.
Up we go, and they took me up to labor and delivery. The doctor is in the room with the ultrasound machine on, ready for me. It was a whirlwind. On the way there, I also called our pastor’s wife, who is a dear friend of mine, to ask her to pray. She’s like, “Do you want me to come?” I’m like, “Yes!”
I get in there, and right when they start the ultrasound machine, my friend Melissa, the pastor’s wife, and my midwife friend both show up. I was so grateful that I had my prayer warriors there. My midwife friend is not only a prayer warrior, but also could tell me what’s going on, because here I am, in a strange place, with a strange doctor.
He starts scanning, and he says, “Oooh.” He’s like, “You have placenta previa,” which means my placenta was covering my cervix. I had probably started early labor and started dilating. When that happened, it started ripping the placenta. I would have known if I had an ultrasound during pregnancy, but we didn’t want to know if we were having a boy or a girl.
The pregnancy was pretty perfect. I had a great pregnancy. No issues. I never had any spotting or bleeding which is common when you have placenta previa. But I never had spotting or bleeding so I chose not to have an ultrasound. Looking back, if I had had an ultrasound, they would have diagnosed the placenta previa. I would have been on bedrest and they would have taken her early.
In the scheme of things, it worked out well on my part. Not that I would suggest doing that way. The bleeding had slowed down. There was no way for her to come out through a placenta. We both would have bled to death. I would have bled to death, and they would have lost both of us.
They whisked me off to the c-section. Because the bleeding had slowed, they were able to give me an epidural so I was able to stay awake. I really wanted my midwife friend to go in with us, which it was against hospital protocol. Only my husband was supposed to be able to go in. But the doctor was amazing, and said, “Yes, she can go in.”
So, she got to go in with us, which was great, because my husband was not going to watch a thing that was going on. He was like, down with not looking over that blanket, while she was watching everything, giving me a play-by-play, which I wanted, to know what was going on. She was such a blessing to have in there.
But the really neat thing, before we went in there, two different nurses at different times came in to pray with me. Then the doctor, before he started surgery asked me if he could pray. I didn’t know this doctor. And then they played Christian music in the operating room.
The whole time, I felt like I was kind of not in my. . . I want to say I was in my body, but I felt like I had this peace over me. I knew God was in control. I knew God was going to take care of us. I didn’t fully understand why we were in the situation we were in, but it was peaceful. I knew everything was going to be OK.
She was born. She wasn’t even out all the way, and she’s screaming, that wonderful, wonderful sound. She was born. She was healthy. I had some issues with my uterus. I was very close to having to get a blood transfusion from all the blood I had lost. But thankfully, didn’t have to get the blood transfusion, but did lose a lot of blood.
They had to very carefully stitch my uterus up. Apparently, where the placenta was located, it had started tearing, and left a very weak spot in my uterus. God sent my midwife friend there. She said they just took such good care of me. A lot of doctors would have just done a hysterectomy at that point. But they spent the time to sew me back up. She said double-blind stitch, whatever that means. They actually took my uterus out of my body to repair it, and then put it all back in.
Nancy: Amazing!
Michele: It was amazing. The whole time, little Naomi Ruth, we call her Ruthie. She was right there, and she was fine. She was healthy. It was a miracle. A miracle for everything, for the circumstance and everything that happened. We couldn’t have asked for a more incredible outcome. My first c-section, and I wouldn’t want to repeat that by any means. But I feel like, through all my different births, I pretty much have the spectrum of almost every birth story you can possibly imagine. But God is good, and He is faithful. Every birth is so miraculous.
Nancy: Yes. Now, and you have the blessing of these beautiful children. God is good, even in the different times, in the hard times, in the scary times. God is there. I pray you’ve been encouraged and blessed today.
“We thank You, Lord, that You are the One Who brings the babies safely from the mother’s womb. You are the One Who hovers over the babies in the womb. You are doing wonderful things that we can’t see. We thank You, Lord. We just thank You that You are the giver of life.
“We praise You today. We ask your blessing on every pregnant mother, on those nearing birth, that You’ll be with them, that You will, Lord, just bring their babies safely forth into this world. In the Name of Jesus. Amen.”
Blessings from Nancy Campbell
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