I am so grateful for all of the miracles that happened throughout my life, especially the day of my birth. 

Miracle #1 – One crisp morning in early spring, Mom couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. My pregnancy had progressed quite normally, but with only one week until his due date, she sensed an unease. After a call to the doctor, unable to pinpoint any specific issue, the doctor suggested heading to the hospital for monitoring.

Miracle #2 – Trusting Mom’s gut feeling, the doctor didn’t dismiss her concerns as typical expectant mother worries. Mom and Jeff headed to the hospital, finding themselves placed on a regular floor due to the busy labor & delivery unit. After a few hours, with my heart rate appearing low, the doctor decided to induce Mom.

Miracle #3 – Amidst the hospital’s bustling activity, a potentially dire situation unfolded. In the time it took for Mom to transition from a regular room to labor & delivery, my heartbeat was lost entirely. Initially attributing it to difficulties attaching the heart monitor, a realization struck—the baby had no heartbeat. A calm panic, known only to hospitals, ensued, leading to an emergency c-section.

Miracle #4 – Miraculously, the hospital was prepared for another c-section, swiftly rolling Mom into the room. Jeff, barred from entering, witnessed Mom going under anesthesia, praying for Michael’s well-being. She later woke up in a room, and I was brought in—a naked little body in an incubator, but alive!

Miracle #5 – Grateful for the chance to see him before whisking him away, Mom could only cry tears of joy, knowing her little boy had survived the harrowing ordeal. Meanwhile, back in college, I faced the challenges of university life with a determination fueled by the incredible journey that marked his entrance into the world.

Challenge: Watch for miracles in your life