Abba Father has graciously blessed me with four children, two sons and daughters. Each birthing experience was not like the other. The first was a lively baby boy, who seemed to be struggling to breathe; I was terrified and afraid to hold him initially. The bonding came soon after he was stabilized. The second was an unusual baby girl for even in the womb she did acrobatics and as active as she was things took a different turn which caused me to have a cesarean section but O what joy I felt in spite of the pain after the surgery to see her. The third a strong robust boy, he seemed like a no non sense baby and was steady going. He added even more joy. The fourth experience was nothing like the others. I could not sleep and was unable to pray. As the pregnancy progressed I was experiencing shortness of breath to the extent that just picking up a broom to sweep the floor left me gasping for breath. Something had gone terribly wrong during this last pregnancy. It
To Inspire Hope And Healing By Margaret C Mullings