Apart From Me....
Belly to Belly the Day Before
Harrison Ward Mayo
April 12th, 2011 will go down as one of the longest days of my life. What started at 5AM with my daughter in exciting labor with her first child, turned chaotic 13 hours later as teams of doctors rushed in to try to save her baby. Needles were being shot in her leg to stop contractions, anesthesiologist were loaded with enormous syringes and clips boards were flying with releases to be signed. Doctors and nurses were conferring about who knows what all.
And there was absolutely nothing I could do to change any of this. If I could have changed places with my daughter I would have done it in a minute. Picking up the phone I begged my husband to get prayer chains started and then in the midst of all the chaos I dropped to my knees by a chair and prayed. The baby's heart rate seemed to be recovering and eventually they allowed labor to start back up, but due to several complications a C-section was finally decided upon. I let God know I didn't think it was fair and his only reply was...."Do you love me? You prayed with all those people that you trusted me. Do you trust me?"
Waiting outside the operating room there was no one there but a man waxing floors and of course....Jesus. I began to sob as anxiety reared its ugly head. (This didn't phase the floor waxer!) The surgery was more complicated than they had hoped and there was difficulty getting this 8 pound 12 ounce, 22 inches long, boy out even by C-section. Finally, the midwife brought him out to me and said, "Would you like to hold your grandson?"
He's checking Mama Boo out.
Who I desperately wanted to see was my daughter, but she was heavily sedated and we would need to wait another hour. Finally, kissing her head goodnight I headed to her house. Opening my devotional. before crawling into bed, I read in reference to John 15:5....
"This is the secret not only of joyful living but also of victorious living. I designed you to depend on Me moment by moment, recognizing that apart from me you can do nothing.
Lesson learned. Giving thanks to God for this precious child and asking for him to heal my daughter, in the name of Jesus!
For all of you who have prayed and for those of you who will pray now...thank you.
