More about Sarah

Sarah was my shocker baby. She is 11 months almost to the minute younger than Caleb. I didn’t figure out I was pregnant with her until I felt her kick. Talk about a seemingly short pregnancy!

How could I be so stupid you ask? Well… I was nursing Caleb and hadn’t had my ahem, visitor anyway. Didn’t get ill, simply didn’t have any “signs” of being pregnant.

I remember the night I figured it out. I was lying in bed and felt a thump thump. My heart stopped! lol I thought, Lord if that’s what I think it is, make him or her do it again. Sure enough, a couple more thumps. uh oh… Rib Ed and say, “I think I have something to tell you.” I told him I thought I was having another baby, to which he replies, “I already knew that.” Okaaaay… “Why didn’t you tell me?” him, ‘I thought you knew and were just scared to tell me because Caleb is still so little.” LOL Here he thought he was letting me keep my secret, and I was totally clueless! I think I punched him.

I had a very uneventful pregnancy and a super easy delivery. The next day however, it became clear something was very wrong. Nest thing I knew they were wisking my baby off to NICU. She remained there for the next couple of weeks. Then, I went in one day to try and nurse her and use their pump to leave some for her during the night. In walks a Dr and he tells me they are going to dismiss Sarah, “I should take her home to die”.

Needless to say we left there, but I sure wasn’t going to take his word on the matter! Instead I called my Gramps. Once I explained the situation, he said get her to a private doctor and I will pay for it. It just so happens that I had taken Caleb to a minor emergency clinic a few days before. I had to follow up with a Dr Peyton. I took Caleb for the follow-up, but before I could stand to leave he asked if he could look at my other baby. Once he did, the battle was on. He was outraged that she had been dismissed from the hospital and immediately set her up with a pediatric cardiologist, a monitor, and CPR lessons for me.

Over the next several months we literally did day to day battle with her health. She has pulmonary stenosis, but there seemed to be other things going on also that didn’t fit with it being only that. They said “failure to thrive” “near miss to SIDS” etc… bottom line was this baby was fragile to the max. There were times I resuscitated several times a night those first few months.

When she was four or five months old, my church held a prayer service for her. I didn’t know until right before. The elders however had been fasting and praying for two weeks. The pastor laid hands on her and prayed for healing. Sarah began to cry. *I* felt the power of the Spirit go through her. From that day on she got stronger. A year later Dr P finally told me that in the beginning he had given her less than a 30% chance of survival.

Yet here she is 23 years later. The mother of two of my grand children! She’s a miracle through and through.

Sarah is the smallest of the kids still. Have you ever heard the saying dynamite comes in small packages? Well, nitro comes in even smaller. She bold, brave, outspoken and a wonderful Mama.