2, 1989. My husband and I were expecting our first child and the
moment we had been waiting for arrived: I was in true
labor. But after 11 hours of active labor, I did not seem to be
progressing. The baby was crowning when the on-call physician decided
that I might need a cesarean-section.
My husband and I both have
medical backgrounds and felt that the baby could be delivered by
forceps. At this time, we prayed even harder. In the meantime,
of my co-workers called the room for an update on my condition. I heard my husband
say, “Mary, please pray for her. She may need to have a c-section.”
an anesthesiologist came to assess my progress. When it was time to sedate
me, my husband requested that I have spinal anesthesia. I thought
I had suffered
enough and wanted to be awake to hear the baby cry. During this discussion,
another obstetrician arrived to check me. “She can deliver
reported. “Let’s take her to the delivery room.” He confirmed
that there was no need to order a c-section or spinal anesthesia. Now I
had to prove that I could deliver naturally. I heard the doctors and nurses
say, “Push!” over
and over. When I reached the point of exhaustion, I began to pray.
not even realizing I pushed, I felt someone helping me. At that time, my
husband whispered, “Mommy, it’s a boy!” Then
my son, Joseph, came into the world. It was a miracle because
the last push was not my own.
I was being helped by my prayers and my husband’s prayers, and I also
knew that my friend, Mary, was praying for me. As I was being wheeled out
of the delivery
room, I saw her. She told me she just came from the hospital chapel. I then
knew—I was not alone.
CHRISTUS St. Mary Hospital