“I have no right to question God. I know that His plan and
will is perfect, and in all things God works for the good of those who love
Him”
“Even in my sorrow and grief, I stand firm on the promises
of God, that he fills me with the strength and peace I need to carry on, the
kind that can only come from Him.
These are the amazing words that the mother spoke the
morning after she had lost her baby. I
went over to see her early in the morning, and sat with her for a while,
talking, listening; giving her the time she needed to talk about what had
happened.
I was called just before midnight to observe a delivery over
in the clinic. Second baby...progressed quickly...no problems...excellent I
thought. Within half an hour a beautiful
boy was born, but as soon as I saw him I had a knot in my stomach...something
wasn’t right. As he was on his mother’s
chest being dried with towels I noticed a couple of abnormalities in his
appearance. His parents were overwhelmed with happiness at his arrival, and thanked
God that he was born. He made some
efforts to cry, but I could see that he was struggling and still very
pale. I took him over to the counter
with another midwife and listened to his weak heart rate and we started to
resuscitate. As we were working on him
we noticed further abnormalities that indicated a syndrome of some sort- I
didn’t know which. We spent half an hour
trying to resuscitate him, his heart rate sometimes rapid, sometimes very slow,
but after half an hour I heard the last.
His struggle had ended, but the parents’ had just begun. There was nothing I could do...I was
completely helpless. He was clothed and
cwtched in a lovely blue blanket and I took him over to the mother and offered
her to hold him. I stayed with her as she did so; broken hearted she cried and
prayed over her son. Once the family had
returned into the room I left them to have time with him alone.
I visited her early the next morning and we spoke for a
while. She was amazing. She praised God with her words, thanking Him
even in her time of suffering. Her faith
was beautifully shining through her even through tears of grief. She even spoke
kind words to me, encouraging, thankful and appreciative words. As sad as the situation was, it was a
privilege to be a part of it and to care for such an amazing faith filled
family.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer." 2 Corinthians 1:3-6