Oh, How My Prayers Were Answered
by Ruth's Grandma
I found out you were conceived in love and Mommy and Daddy announced their pregnancy.
I thanked God for the precious gift of life given to you.
Daddy let us know that you were a girl by the miracle of a sonogram.
I thanked God for the precious gift of my seventh granddaughter.
By the first trimester Mommy and Daddy found out something was wrong.
You had Spina Bifida--part of your spinal cord was exposed and your feet were misshapen.
Mommy and Daddy prayed to St. Philomena and put her precious oil over where you slept. They laid a medal that touched the glove of St. Gianna Molla as well, asking for their intercession that our prayers would be heard.
You were named Ruth--a very strong woman in the Old Testament.
I prayed for you and your parents, putting my trust in God.
An opportunity to be included into the MOMs study was a hope that came your way.
They said YES, so Mommy and Daddy were off to San Francisco--carrying with them you and all the loving concern, yet apprehension and anxiety of not having enough information.
Mima took care of your sisters and
I prayed for you, your parents, Mima and your sisters, asking for whatever He willed to happen.
Daddy called to let us know your case had been accepted and surgery was going to happen that Friday.
As we prepared for Grandpa's Deacon Ordination
I prayed for the success of the fetal surgery to repair your spinal cord, again putting my trust in God.
I thanked Him for these prayers were answered. You and Mommy were doing fine.
Now all of us waited...in San Francisco and Keller and San Angelo...taking turns and coming together for your family so that you could heal and await that great day--at 36 weeks.
And I prayed you would wait.
Your sisters came to San Francisco to be together with Mommy who missed them so much.
Daddy took on the responsibility of caring for them and provided all of us joyous and wondrous activities discovering San Francisco--oh, and I helped, too, because I was there.
I prayed for safe travels when it was time to go back to Keller. They got home safe and sound.
And I prayed you would still wait.
I did a few things with Mommy to pass the time, but mostly tried to relax while waiting.
I prayed constantly that you would wait so you could heal and be a full-term baby.
You didn't wait.
Mommy was told to come to Labor and Delivery so the doctors and nurses could help keep you from being born just yet.
She spent the day trying to keep calm and I just tried to be available for anything she needed.
And I prayed, confident that God knew what He was doing.
Finally, I went back, hopefully to get rest...didn't happen.
Mommy was already prepped for a C-Section in the OR, and Daddy wasn't sleeping all the way in Texas...so far away from the birth of his special daughter.
The hospital chaplain stayed and prayed. So did I, in between coaching Mommy to breathe so she would feel better because it hurt so much.
Then you were born, out of the safety of your Mommy's tummy.
I thanked God--you were crying and breathing on your own!
Mommy was crying. Consolation helped a little.
Then she said, "Go, bond with her! Someone needs to be there with Ruth!"
Mommy didn't have to ask me twice. I found you and blessed you and thanked God for you.
Your tiny hand held my finger.
You were still breathing on your own and your legs, knees, ankles and toes were moving! I thanked God and went back to let Mommy know. She cried again.
I prayed in thanksgiving, knowing that everything was going your way...God's Way.
Many opportunities for prayers of petition have happened in the first year of your precious and beautiful life.
I prayed for good reports in all the doctor visits and tests.
I prayed for the surgeons and technicians who took care of your in this first year.
I prayed for all the people and groups who helped in making this journey simpler.
I prayed for your Mommy and Daddy, that they would be able to handle all that might come their way.
I prayed for your sisters, too.
And each milestone...casting, bracing, surgery, crawling, standing, playing Peek-a-Boo, smiling...has constantly reminded me of the greatness of God.
And each milestone will continually remind me of the miracles of God--so close to home!
My prayers turn to thanksgiving.
Oh, how my prayers ARE answered!
I trust in You, Jesus!
Also, here is the photo slideshow I put together last fall of Ruth. Hard to believe my little miracle is almost one year old!
Photos Slideshow of Ruth from pregnancy to 1 month.