5 days before my due date I was schedule for an induction. I struggled with the idea of doing it. My first son was induced when I was 4 days late and starting showing signs of preeclampsia. Lil’Bro was measuring a little bigger than his brother 2 weeks out, so the doctor mention an induction. She told me that I could schedule it and cancel it if I changed my mind. She said it was up to me.
I was very nervous about having an induction. I prayed and prayed about it. My husband prayed and prayed about it. After praying I felt God telling me to fear not. When talking about it with my husband he said he felt God saying we were in His hands. So, feeling peace and excitement with our decision we went ahead and kept the appointment. Praise God we did! We had no idea how much the words He spoke to us were going to hold true.
Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Two hours into the induction the baby’s heart rate jumped up to over 300 bpm and was not coming down. Doctors came in and determined that an emergency c-section was needed. In no time we were in the OR and our son was born. After being assessed he was rushed to the NICU.
We learned that our son was born with a heart condition called WPW. A heart condition that went undetected through the whole pregnancy. A heart condition they believed developed during my 3rd trimester. A heart condition that would require me to leave him behind in the hospital. A heart condition that kept him in the NICU for 2 weeks through Christmas, a short 4 day stay at home that ended abruptly with a trip to the ER, an ambulance ride to a larger NICU, a pacing study and finally a return home after another 1o days in the hospital. A heart condition that requires medication now, but can be cured later in life. Praise God!
It was not the delivery I wanted. But had we not gone in that night, who knows what would have happened to our son. Praise God we were at the hospital and very capable doctors were available to handle the situation. Praise God that we had supportive family that helped to take care of our older son. Praise God that we were lifted up in prayer daily by family and friends.
Praising God for our son and His strength that helped us endure.
I got chills when I read your son’s story and thought I would offer you some real-life comfort. I was born with WPW; you were lucky-they caught your son’s earlier than mine. When I was three weeks old, I went into heart failure and actually died before the doctors brought me back. They managed, after weeks of care, to control it with medication. I lived with the condition-quite contentedly, actually, I lived a completely normal life with the exception being I did not run the mile in gym class-until I was nineteen. At that time, we were leaving the hospital I had been with (Deborah Heart and Lung Center in Browns Mills, NJ) since I was three to move back to FL, where I had been born. I had a successful catherization and after nineteen years, I went back for my follow up, the surgeon looked at my chart and said simply, ‘Youre cured.’ I wish you and your family all the best!
Thank you so much Sheri. It is so comforting to know your story. We continue to pray that Lil’Bro will out grow it, but are blessed that it can be cure later in life with a minor procedure. Praising God that you were cured. Thank you again for the encouragement.