Fearfully and wonderfully made

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This Sunday I attended my first every baby shower at church and thought every bit of it was so beautiful. The Mommy to be was radiant, the decor perfect, the food delicious and the games fun. (I have to add…the company at my table was the best!)

Through it all I just kept thinking of Bunny girl and the countdown to her arrival. I still remember it like it was yesterday…..it was March 8th 2006, past 1 am when I started spotting and we decided it was probably time we rushed to the hospital. (We were still based in India at the time)Fortunately the hospital was only 5 minute’s away…so we hopped onto Hubby’s bike( I can hear you all say “WHAAAAT?”) and rushed to get examined. The Doc checked me and said we needed to wait till I dilated several centimeters more and suggested we wait in the hospital as it could happen anytime. It was only post 9 pm much later that day that the labor pains actually kicked in. Honestly till you go through it, noone can ever prepare you for what’s up ahead!!!

(Bunny girl’s scan at 7 months)

Contractions drew closer and closer together only past 3.30 am March 9th and by 7.15 am, my awesome Doc started to get a little concerned. She said the sac fluid was slightly stained which meant the baby could start swallowing the meconium, which meant they needed to rush me in for a C Section especially as I hadn’t dilated enough.

At this point I need to hold this story and let you know that there were 3 things I really prayed out to the Lord from the beginning of my pregnancy….
1. I wanted a natural delivery
2. I wanted my husband to be by my side when our first child entered this world(At this particular hospital spouses are not permitted to attend their offsprings birth…why?.. I have no idea!)
3. I never wanted to experience any bouts of morning sickness
The Lord was so faithful to fulfill my heart’s desire for number 3….but what about number 1 and number 2?

To continue… I was rushed to the operating theatre,yelling my lungs out. I didn’t care a hoot who saw me, who heard me. I just yelled as loud as I could. I was in pain and the world had to know!!! (much to the embarrassment of my darling Hubby who at that point was a senior therapist in the hospital’s Physical Therapy wing. I’m sure he must have received enough looks of sympathy from aghast onlookers!)

In the OT, I remember seeing my Hubby’s eyes above the mask and thanked God again (He handled number 2) In the confusion of rushing into the OT and the seriousness of the situation, he rushed in too and told the Doc, “There’s no way I’m leaving her like that”….and who would argue him out at that point?…they needed to save the baby!

The anesthetist got ready to administer the dose to prepare me for a C Section when the Doc shouted, “Wait, there’s another strong contraction coming” and there, in the luxury of a spotlessly clean, airconditioned OT room, our princess Bunny girl arrived. (Thank you Lord….You bagged all 3!) The first few seconds seemed endless as we waited to hear our little girl and as soon as she let out a few weak wails everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief.

God was so Faithful….He fulfilled all my heart’s desires…..and we had a beautiful little girl, a precious gift from Him, created and fashioned in His Image, for His Glory.

Bunny girl’s is our promised child. She fills our lives with so much joy and each time I think back to the time of her birth I have to stop and thank God for His Goodness and Grace. His Arms of Protection brought her safely into this world, healthy and beautiful in every way.

I look at her today and say, with all my heart ” I will praise You Lord, for Bunny girl is truly fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.” (Ref: Psalm 139:14)