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            Birth Of A MiracleMy Story
 
 
 Often 
            before we see the birth of our miracle, we must first endure a period of pain and
 suffering while we are waiting for it to be born.
 Just as a woman must endure labor. This article
 is to share with you the birth of my miracle.
 My husband Mark and I had 
            tried for over a  year to have another child. I was in my thirties  and I
            knew
 I wanted to have another child while  I could.
            After waiting
 a  year without conceiving,  I made an
            appointment with
 my doctor. We were  told that I
            could not possibly conceive,
 due to the fact that my
            body was not producing
 enough estrogen.
 They explained that there was 
            no chance of everconceiving without the aid of fertility drugs. At best,
 even with the help of the drug, my chances were slim.
 I took the drug for five months, but nothing was
            happening.
 The drug made me nauseous, and the  doctors could not
 explain why such a low dosage
            would make me feel
 this way.
 So I decided  I didn't want 
            to conceive this way, evenif I could. I knew in my heart that if I ever
            had
 another baby, God could make it happen.
            Within two
 months of being off  the drug, I was finally pregnant.
 The doctors all had to admit that
            God had sent me a
 miracle straight from heaven. I
            would like to be able at
 this point to say that from
            that point on all was fine and
 wonderful. But it wasn't!
            This pregnancy was by far the
 most difficult one I had
            experienced. I was in pain for
 most of the nine months.
            I gained an extreme amount
 of weight, and was
            extremely uncomfortable.
 I also went two weeks over my 
            due date! But
            I refused to complain; I knew the old joy robber
            satan would have
 loved that. That's one of his
            main goals, is to get a child of
 God to complain
            about their miracles I went into labor at
 Four am
            on a Wednesday morning. It was not until six PM
 that evening that my husband and I dropped off
            our two
 other kids at his mother's house and drove
            me to
 the hospital.
 When we arrived, I was told 
            that nothing was happening.Although I was in pain, I had only dilated a centimeter
 in ten hours of labor. I could not understand this because
 my pains were getting stronger with each passing one
 they were at this point coming every five to ten minutes
 apart. They sent me back home. I was so afraid I was
 going to have the baby at home! Around eight PM
 we went
            back to the hospital. I knew I was in labor
 whether
            they said I was dilating or not!
 They checked me again and 
            discovered I still had notmade any further progress. My pains were coming at
 this point every two to five minutes apart, and getting
 increasingly stronger. I refused to go back home, so
 the nurses finally got  a room ready for me, and called
 my doctor. They decided I could stay, but not be
 admitted
            until I started to make progress. Meanwhile,
 my husband
            was busy calling our family and friends to let
 them know
            what was going on and to request prayer. I
 was checked
            hourly; my pains were still getting Stronger
 and stronger
            and were two minutes apart at ten PM.
 Satan kept trying
            to convince me I was going to die. He said, "you're
            suffering severe pain, the pains are
 getting  stronger with
            each one, but your not dilating
 you are going to die." All I could do at this point 
            was
 to  call him a liar.
            I believed that God had provided me
 this miracle,
            and I continued to believe that He was
 going to
            see me through.
 Finally by one-thirty am I was
            pleading to Jesus for some relief. A nurse heard me
            and came in to check on me.
 Finally I had started to
            make some progress. By 2 AM
 I was admitted and 
            given some pain medication. The
 pain for the most part
            was then over and my miracle
 was on it's way to being
            born! By three-fifty that
 morning I held my tiny Miracle in my arms!!
 Thank you, Jesus! 
 God showed me through all 
            this that sometimes thereis a period of waiting, of pain and suffering before we
 can birth a miracle. So if you feel in your pain and
 uncertainties that you just can't take it another minute,
 hold on, don't give up! Your miracle is in the making, it's
 right at the door. Hold on, don't let go of hope you will
 have your miracle whatever it may be! Don't let satan
 rob you, don't let go too soon and miss God's blessing
 for you! Hold on!
 Written By: Pamela
 
 
    
 
 
 
            
             
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