BrendaHubbard

Hello there, my dear reader on the other side of this screen. I hope you’ve been well and that life has been treating you well. Let me begin by saying I am Back! And prayerfully more consistent this time around. I have been away for a few months because a lot has been going on, which I will share more in the blogs to come. But in the meantime, I wanted to share with you one of the most exciting things that have happened while I’ve been away…

I gave birth to our Beautiful Baby Girl!!! To God be all the Glory and honor for allowing me to go through such an incredible experience and come out victorious! I AM NOT KIDDING when I say that prayer is the most potent, underused weapon we have. I say that because, going through this journey, my husband and I continually prayed for God to give me strength, comfort, healing, wisdom and bless us with a healthy and beautiful baby. I can say that He has exceeded and given us the desires of our hearts. In His word, it says:
6.Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7.And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7. In a nutshell, do not worry about a particular situation pray, trust, and believe that God will take care of it, but the key in all this is T-R-U-S-T that He will do something about it. That is where your faith activates. I know this because he states in Luke 17:6 If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea, and it will obey you.

As challenging as the last two months of pregnancy was, our labor was indeed a blessing. We had a scheduled C-section for September 9th at 1:30 pm, and our baby was born at 2:50 pm, weighing 6 pounds 6 ounces and 20 inches tall, as healthy as can be, thank God. I can say I was nervous undergoing surgery, but as I laid on that bed in the operating room, I kept telling myself to listen for her cry and remember she is God’s Promise baby to us. Once I heard the sound of her tiny newborn cry, tears flowed down my cheek, and thanksgiving flowed out my lips as I Glorified my Heavenly Father for this blessing and the privilege to be called a mother again.

I looked over my shoulder at my husband and saw the eagerness in his dark brown eyes as he looked and snapped pictures of everything the nurses were doing to our baby. What a blessing it was to have his support and love at that moment. His reaction and those images will forever be engraved in my heart. After so much cleaning her up, weighing her, testing, and checking her vitals, I noticed a few nurses moving and gathering around. All I hear is “check oxygen, moving objects, and talking. Then I see my husband’s eyes with worry but not saying anything to me. My husband and nurses left the operating room with our baby.

My heart sunk and dropped; then it raced with thoughts of fear and worry. The tears filled and overflowed my eyes; I felt them rushing down my cheeks as if they were running to reach my ears. I closed my eyes again and said God, please don’t let anything be wrong with my baby, please, Father God. After the longest 5 minutes of my life, they came back into the operating room and put our baby on my chest for a few minutes. I heard them saying, “Oh good; she’s changed colors” apparently, her oxygen levels had dropped some, which is typical in the last moments of birth, usually caused by cord compression or the way they are positioned during delivery. But after a short while their blood is fully oxygenated again, which turns their color back to pink.

Shortly after, I was stitched back up. My husband, our baby, and myself were moved to the post operating room, where they ran more tests, checked vitals on the baby and me, and gave me more pain medication. All was well, and tests were passed. Finally moved into our final room, where we would stay the remainder of the time we were at the hospital. After less than 24 hours, my Catheter and IV were taken out, and I was encouraged to start walking to the bathroom and around our room. After two days postpartum, due to my positive progression, we were discharged from the hospital. My husband was ecstatic about it, and I don’t blame him. There is nothing like being at home. (smiling) Thanks, my love, for not leaving my side. After six weeks postpartum, I felt more like myself and was able to work again. All God!

As I wrap up our birth story, A few words of advice I want to leave with you is to seek God wholeheartedly in faith for the desires of your heart, and if it is aligned with His will for your life, He will grant it to you. And Throw out your list of expectations on how things have to turn out. It is good to have a plan but understand that it can change, and we must be willing to be flexible because this will save us a heartache. Jeremiah 29:11 says For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.

Heavenly Father, Thank you for this reader and the privilege I get to have them find time to read what you’ve placed on my heart to share with them. Thank you for continuing to be with them and do a good thing through their life for the life of others. I pray that they are encouraged and blessed in this season and the one they will be embarking on in Jesus Name, amen.