I prayed, believed and expected a new child, if possible triplets, i went to my spiritual father who prayed with me in agreement, well, it didn't happen until three months after, it is my believe that the seed was already planted but waiting for the right time to manifest.
I waited for some weeks and when nothing showed up i forgot all about wanting to have a child, as i had already done two or three test which were all negative so i made up my mind not to be bothered.
I fell ill at a time and i couldn't explain why i was slow and dizzy all the time, well,i went to see the doctor, who tested me and said i had a flu, i didn't believe the doctor because i felt a movement in my tummy and did another test myself and this time it was positive, i was more than excited, i started to eat like never before, the baby kept on growing and growing.
Precisely three months after, i was praying one night and God opened my eyes to strange things, i wrestled in prayer till i felt my peace.
The following day, as i sat chatting with friends, i suddenly felt a flush, i ran to the toilet only to see a little blood, it wasn't strange to me as i had the same experience with my first child.
The next day, the stream of blood became like a period, i had no intention to see any doctor as it was a usual occurence when i am pregnant, but the pain was getting stronger and stronger, so i went to see the doctor.
By the time the doctor tested me, he sent me on emergency to the hospital, all this while i was still not bothered as i took it for menstrual pain, no big deal.
I got to the hospital, i had a scan, i saw my big baby but was told "Madam, the baby is dead, you have had a miscarriage", the baby stopped breathing three weeks before, it sounded too bad to be true but i didn't believe them.
I called my spiritual father who prayed with me for the breath of life but somehow i felt that prayer was for me, i remembered my ordeal in prayer days before, the enemy was after my life but God rendered all their efforts fruitless and i gave thanks for the breath of life, that, i was still breathing, that all hope wasn't lost, that God is still on the throne and there is none like Him.
The day after my ordeal, i was the first to wake up in the morning, i slotted a nice VCD on praise and worship, i danced my heart out to God irrespective that i was still in pain.
When i told friends what had happened to me, they said i was crazy but i told them a living dog is better than a dead lion.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR LIFE.Today i have been blessed with two wonderful children.
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