!!! PLEASE TAKE TIME TO PRAY FOR THOSE EFFECTED BY HURRICANE SANDY !!!
It just would not be right not to brag about our last two children. I have all ready bragged about the first two. When we made a covenant with God that our children will always be His first, we meant it. God made sure we knew who was in control during all of their births.
December 1996 our first and only boy was born. We knew from an ultrasound that we were
having a boy. I was so excited. I love my girls and I would never trade any
of them for a thing, not even another boy.
God was giving me an opportunity to raise up a man of God, and someone
who would carry on our family name.
During Carri's labor in the hospital, we began to notice that something
just did not seem right. For one, she
just was not progressing very quickly in labor.
You would have thought child number three would just walk out into the
delivery room. Just kidding. The other thing we noticed is that his heart
rate was dropping quite a bit every time there was a contraction. In between contractions, his heart rate was
around 160-170. During and after
contractions, his heart rate was dropping in to the low 100's, then the 90's,
then the 70's…all the way down into the 20's.
Yes, that is right his heart rate would drop into the twenties. Me being a paramedic and Carri a nurse, we
realized rather quickly that there was something seriously and critically wrong. Our nurse was alarmed, our doctor, well he
was clueless. In fact, he lost his
medical license a few years later.
We were not stupid, nor naïve.
What can you do in a situation like this? Pray, and that is exactly what we did, we
prayed. When Brenton was finally born,
his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck twice. Our beautiful bouncing baby boy was being
strangled throughout the entire labor and delivery process. Oxygen was being cut off from his brain for a
few minutes at a time, several times every hour.
After a labor and delivery like this, you would expect
complications. The brain needs blood and
oxygen to survive. Without it, either you suffer brain damage or you die. Brenton however had no ill effects
whatsoever. Except, he is one of the
funniest persons I know.
At the age of 15, Brenton is about to go on his second foreign mission
trip to Nicaragua. He feels God calling him
into ministry, and he has already preached his first sermon a few months
ago. Without a doubt, our son truly
belongs to the Lord.
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| OK, this is a bad picture, but it is the only one I can find of Brenton on his first mission trip to Nicaragua. |
Tomorrow I will tell the story of our last child's birth.
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| Brenton preaching his first sermon at YOUTH |
May my life be the proof and evidence of His love!
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