I was reminded about a time when I was in labour with my son, because I had, had so many problems carrying him, the birth was just another episode.

What was brought to my remembrance was his birth, in the country hospital there were two rooms for birthing. Another lady was brought in and my doctor was going back and forth to each room.

He mentioned at the time, one of us would contract then the other, he was betting on who would be first, he said the lady in the other room.

At one point, I told him I felt like I was going to burst, he looked at me and said, “scissors” and snipped the area to expand for delivery, I let out a huge “yeow’ and everyone in the room looked stunned, I knew there was no time for numbing.

And then the most amazing thing happened just when I needed God the most and didn’t know it, the lady who was really going strong, her labour stopped for 15 minutes.

This was the time that the doctor needed with me, when he was born, the cord was cut, and he stopped breathing for 7.5 minutes. My doctor was not one to be rattled, but he knew, what did he know, well from conception, then nearly losing him at 2.5-3 months.

How sick I was, and the relationship I was in and how much stress I was under.

But once he started to breath, they all fell in love with him, and then the other lady’s delivery happened, even my doctor said, this was divine intervention, I did not understand it then, but yesterday, how awesome.

Some babies are just different. And he was beautiful, one of the nursing staff would come in and ask to cuddle him, then she was in line to change him and give him a bath, it was lovely. They all stated how he would wake up, and if no one came and got him to feed he’d just go back to sleep.

He was so calm and so gorgeous, trust me this was not just me. But when we were going home, he cried for the first time. One of the nurses said, that he must know something is changing.

I thought a father should love their baby, but not all men are created equal, and I was going through so much, that being in the midst of it all you cannot label it, but your just manage each moment.

How good was God, to stop the other lady and leave time for my son to have all the attention to get him breathing and take care of my stitches etc and then he was free to care for the other room.

Thank you, father, so much, my son may not be aware of this, but one day I pray, he understands, just what a miracle he is.