Gerri's Story: I was not supposed to have been born. My Mom was told that as a fetus I was too unhealthy and that she should let me go. She went to sleep to have the painful surgery and woke up to find herself still pregnant. 3 out of 4 doctors had signed the release. 1 did not. He said, "There is a chance that the baby may be normal." So, here I am 37 years later...
Devin's Story: Devin, Noah's Dad, was a rough pregnancy for his Mother. And at 31, not 40, weeks he was born into this world...feet first. Yeah, babies aren't supposed to come into the world like that. Too many risks. Too many chances for complications. But, Devin went home from the hospital healthy, 2 weeks later.
After 4 years of trying to conceive, 4 various doctors and a battery of tests for the both us, the final verdict: "It is IMPOSSIBLE for the two of you to conceive." (God likes these kinds of challenges!)
We prayed and asked God to heal our bodies. He did, and I conceived naturally.
Five weeks into the pregnancy, my blood test results were, and I quote the nurse, "Not looking very good at all." I went in for an ultrasound to see if there was hope. The technician's face lit up..."Mrs. Smalley, you see that flash right there, that's your baby's heartbeat. You're still pregnant."
31 weeks in, after a long day of work...my water broke and I was rushed to the hospital. After a couple of days, I began to feel pressure and no one believed I was in labor. I convinced them by letting out lots of noises...the doc checked me. He said, "Prep her for general surgery, she is 10 and fully effaced and his foot is out!" They told Devin, the surgery was really difficult because Noah was stuck in my pelvis for a while...
On July 22, 2002, Noah was born 4lbs 1oz. For the first few hours, he only had an IV for nourishment. Over time that changed...
Thank God he had a breathing and heart monitor because one evening, he stopped breathing and we rushed him to the emergency room. His heart would beat very slow at times, and his little chest would almost stop moving. He would cry and nothing would come out...he had pneumonia. God touched the hand of one of the doctors and that man helped my tiny, 8lb boy breathe again. After a few days in the PICU he came home to us, again.
Over the years, Noah has battled a variety of medical issues. But Praise GOD, today, there are no lasting effects. His eye sight, hearing, breathing, brain, and physical functions are wonderfully perfect. He is gifted in reading, math, science, drama, yoga, karate, and spiritually. (These are the words of others-not mine).
Today, his Dad and I wish him HaPpY EiGtH BiRtHdAy!!!
He is truly an inspiration. He reminds us to love each other, give to others, and be thankful.
peace and love