Back in 1986 my husband and I gave birth to our
second son who was born with multiple holes in his heart and a missing
heart valve. At the age of 2 months old he underwent open heart surgery
and had a shunt placed in his heart. Although this shunt was to take
the place of the missing valve and sustained him until he was ready for
corrective surgery, which would have been about 4 years old, he passed
away at the age of 8 months.
Then in 1990 I became pregnant with our third
son. At five months pregnant I began having a tremendous amount of
pain and went to the ER. After an intense examination and an
ultrasound my husband and I was told that this son too, would be born with
the same congenital heart disease that our second son had. We knew
this meant inevitable death and I broke down and began crying uncontrollably.
However, my husband, who has always been a pillar of faith, gently laid
his hand on my stomach and began to call forth the healing power of the
Blood of Jesus Christ and rebuked the demon of disease and death.
About two doctors and four nurses stood around the monitor, all agreeing
that they only saw three valves instead of four, as they heard the low
spoken words of the prayers of my husband.
I was then scheduled to go to a hospital about
20 miles away for absolute confirmation, since that particular hospital
held the title, the Children's Hospital of NJ. The appointment was
scheduled for ten days later and I must say that those were ten of the
hardest days of my life. My husband, however was so confident in
God's healing power that he was able to go on with life as usual, playing
with our oldest son, joking, laughing, sleeping peacefully at night and
having a grand time. He was also trying to convince me to trust in
God as well and although I tried I still fell short of having that mustard
seed of faith.
Well the day came for the appointment and my husband
refused to go with me to the hospital and instead went to work; his reason
"I told you, the baby is fine, trust in God." I remembered laying
on the hospital bed as the technician performed the ultrasound procedure.
After about four minutes she nonchalantly exclaimed "Oh there they
are, all four valves." I still did not believe her, in fact, I was
in such disbelief, that not only did she outline the four valves with this
red light that could only show up on the monitor, she also called another
doctor in who just so happened to be walking pass the room where the procedure
was taking place. The technician cleared the screen and with the
fetus heart still on the monitor, asked the doctor how many valves did
she see in the heart. The doctor also pointed out four heart valves
and highlighted them just as the technician did.
It was only then that I realized the miracle that
had just taken place. I don't know if the miracle took place at the
very moment my husband began to pray or the very moment I stepped into
that Children's Hospital, but what is evident is that sometime, within
those ten days, God created a fourth valve in our unborn son's heart.
Our son is now a 20 year old, healthy young man
- a good kid with a good heart.