In December of 2008, I was laid off from my job as an Event Planner for the Orlando World Center Marriott. I was 24 years old, a new believer, newly married, and 6 months pregnant with our first child (Addison).
I would be the second of over 100 employees the World Center would lay off over the next 6 months, as our American economy plunged into darkness and despair. As I left the meeting, coworkers started to console me. Although, to their amazement and mine, I needed no consoling. One reminded me that, in lieu of being laid off, my husband (Trevor) had just taken a tremendous pay cut. We had a baby on the way (Due March 9th). Not to mention, Christmas was in a few weeks. I turned to her and words flowed from my heart that I had never before uttered… "I’ve got my God.”
Then, within days…reality set in. I proceeded to cry and deal with feelings of hopelessness, resentment, despair, and panic. I was a new believer but I didn’t yet understand the basics of God’s character, His promises, or His ways. I cried out, “Where are you Lord?”
On the morning of February 6th, 2009, my world would forever change. My spiritual “lightbulb” would come on, and my concept of God would never be the same.
At 35 weeks pregnant, I was having a routine ultrasound done. The ultrasound doctor pointed to a small cluster on the screen that he couldn’t explain. He told me he needed to send me to someone who could. After a non-stress test, my OB sent me to the women and children’s hospital. “It’s probably nothing”, he said.
I called my husband and updated him. Then I took my sweet time getting to the hospital. I stopped for gas, got myself a drink, and moseyed to the ER. They took me in right away. Two specialists, two ultrasounds, two non-stress tests, and a few hours went by. “It looks like nothing”, both doctors concluded.
I texted Trevor to tell him I was fine, and Addison was fine. That I was bored, hungry, and uncomfortable.
The third specialist came in and performed yet another ultrasound. His face turned grim. He whirled the ultrasound screen around to me, and explained that the cluster was not the problem, compared to what else he was seeing. He zoomed in on the umbilical cord. Pieces of it were falling off. It was frayed and coming apart. My heart started to race and I had so many questions I didn’t know which to ask first. The doctor went on to say, “I have never seen this before. There is no way for us to know how or when this happened.”
Long pause. “We’ve been monitoring her brain function…” and then he turned to me with a look that hit me in my core. It dawned on me in that moment that the cord is the baby’s source of life…where they get all of their nutrients…all of their oxygen. “We won’t know the severity of things until she’s out. She has to come right now.”
I lost all composure. I called my husband, who dropped everything and flew to the hospital.
The nurses took us to the head of anesthesiology. He personally wanted to take care of this special case. The surgeon came in to meet us. He was my OB’s practice partner. He “just so happened” to be on call that day. They wheeled me into the operating room. The anesthesiologist handed Trevor a box of tissues and said, “Get ready because the second she hears that baby cry she is going to lose it, and you can’t let her drown in her tears son.” Trevor nervously held tissues and a video camera. The anesthesiologist stayed with me, stroking my hair and reassuring me. The doctors and nurses came in. Within two minutes, I heard the most beautiful sound I had ever heard in my entire life…my baby crying. I sobbed tears of LOVE and JOY. The whole room sang “Happy Birthday”. It was so kind. More tears of JOY.
The surgeon leaned over and said, “Glad we got her out. Turns out your placenta had completely ruptured.” He handed me this tiny pink bundle, all of 5 pounds. She was PERFECT. At 5 weeks early she was totally and completely healthy.
That night I reflected on it all. God brought to my mind what could have happened, had I not been laid off just a few months before. Event Planning came with an erratic calendar. I had to reschedule doctors’ appointments regularly. Had I been working, it is likely that I would have rescheduled my appointment. The doctors assured me that had I come in the next day, we would not have left the hospital as parents. It would have been too late. Had I come in the day before, it may not have happened or been caught. Perfect timing they said. There is only one ALMIGHTY being that I can think of that has PERFECT TIMING.
The next morning my OB came to visit. He hugged us and said, “Guys, it doesn’t get more perfect that that. God blessed you.”
Placental abruptions occur in less than 1% of pregnancies worldwide. They are typically due to sudden physical trauma, or extensive drug use. Occurring in women under the age of 20, and over the age of 35. I fit none of these descriptions.
I once saw a painting in a hospital, of an operating room with doctors standing around a patient, and Jesus standing with them. THAT is our God. Jesus was in our situation, in our room…without us ever even inviting him. God had His hand on us the whole time… without us even asking for it. He is the God of miracles. He heals the blind, and the spiritually blind. Addison is a miracle. My spiritual eyes being opened that day was a miracle. Opened to the truth that God is real, He is involved, He is palpable, and He is accessible. He is the God of seeing around corners. He is in EVERY DETAIL of our lives, and He is GOOD.