7 beautiful years!

I will praise You, O Lord , with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works.
Psalms 9:1 NKJV

Today my son turned 7!!!

It has been 7 beautiful and wonderful years for us as a family. It’s just not a day of celebration for us but a day to be immensely thankful for giving us a son and for keeping both of us alive.

This day always brings back fresh memories of Feb 6th of 2012. I thought of sharing it, especially because it was a life and death experience for both my son and I.

It was the early hours of a snowy Monday morning, 3 weeks before the actual due date. My waters broke and I was taken to the hospital for a normal delivery. Just when I was about to push the baby out, mistakenly I was given a painkiller. Due to this, my head started to spin like crazy and my baby’s heartbeat showed NILL on the monitor. The emergency alarm was triggered and around 15 people turned up in the room. Until then, it was just my mom, my husband, and 1 mid-wife were there in the room. The baby was in a serious condition and hence they had to use forceps to take the baby out alive. The situation was so crucial that the things that would usually happen in a normal delivery never happened like recording the time of birth, dad cutting the umbilical cord or even weighing the baby. By GOD’s immense grace and mercy our baby was alive and well.

During this process, they did a 3rd-degree tear and I lost a significant amount of blood and was rushed to the Operation Theatre for surgery. None of us knew the severity of the situation. Never in my wildest dream had I thought that I would be battling for my life after my child’s birth.

They just wrapped our son and left the baby with my husband and mom.

Inside the theatre, I was surrounded by atleast 10 to 15 doctors and nurses. As I was lying there I heard someone speaking on the phone and screaming on top of their voice to get O-ve blood.

There was complete chaos and even in my half conscious mind, I told the doctor standing next to me that my blood group is O+ve and not O-ve. He assured me that I can still be given O-ve blood and its ok. After this I wasn’t aware of what was going on, except that I was drifting off to a deep deep sleep, a sleep like I never felt before, so peaceful.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Psalms 23:4 NKJV

I had been in the hospital from midnight and hadn’t slept the entire night, so I thought I was obviously tired. Even in all this chaos I was constantly reminded of  my son’s chubby face that I just saw few minutes ago.

After a while, I suddenly felt like someone was calling my name in a distance, and slowly the voice started getting louder and now I could also feel someone pushing the oxygen mask harder and harder on my face, it started to hurt and someone saying there’s no pulse, there’s no pulse. So, I suddenly opened my eyes and pushed the mask away, to my shock I saw a lady’s face just an inch away from my face and she was screaming my name “Alpha” on top of her voice. As soon as I opened my eyes she moved her face away. I saw all these people staring at me as if seeing someone die. The look on their faces was so grave that I took out my oxygen mask and asked “Am I very serious?”. No-one replied to me except that someone pointed out and said “Look colour is returning to her face”. At the same time, 2 people on both sides of my bed were piercing my hands with needles and looking for pulse. After about 2 and a half hours I was brought out of the theatre. Later I came to know that I lost 2.5 litres of blood i.e. nearly half of the blood in my body and was literally about to die. My haemoglobin was 4 and they couldn’t find O+ve blood and hence had to give me O-ve in order to save my life.

I heard of the trauma my husband and my mom were having, as they were clueless about what was going on in the theatre and the chaos they saw. At one point they both thought I was dead.

A few months later at a prayer meeting, 1 of our friends saw a vision where he saw an Angel of death standing next to me and how the BLOOD of JESUS pleaded for my life while I was battling life and death in the operation theatre. JESUS saved my life.

“… You who lift me up from the gates of death, That I may tell of all Your praise In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in Your salvation.”
Psalms 9:13‭-‬14 NKJV

GOD in HIS immense grace and mercy kept me alive to this very day, so I could share with you all, that we are alive for a purpose and not for our own. Unless you and I finish it He will not call us home.

Today know that “You are alive and breathing for a divine purpose and not your own”. When the petty things of day to day life pulls you down, be grateful that you are still breathing and you have a mission to accomplish.

I am so very grateful for the lovely 7 years of my son Anael (meaning ‘Grace of GOD’) and the amazing 7 years of motherhood and the very life GOD has given me.

Be grateful for everything in your life and know that you are alive for HIM and for his Divine purpose!