“You can do it, push with all your might,” the nurse said to me as I gave it all that I had there on that bed.
With every contraction I thought I would pass out from the pain, but I drew my breath again and continued to bear down with everything that was within me. I had spent the last nine months of my life telling myself everyday that I could make it through this thing without drugs, and I was DETERMINED.
“Here comes another one!” I said in a frantic voice as the most unbelievable sensation came over me again.
“Okay, pull your knees to your chest and bear down,” the nurse said calmly.
I pushed with all of my might, wanting to scream in pain but I was too overcome with sensation to even make a peep. My doctor had told me at an earlier appointment that it was typical for a first-time mom to push for 2-3 hours but I knew that I couldn’t make it that long and so I summoned up all the strength I had within me and gave it my hardest push of all.
“You are doing great, Ruth, you’re almost there,” the doctor said reassuringly.
I didn’t want to be almost there, I wanted to be there. I yearned to meet the baby that I had been carrying inside of me for the past 9 months. I continued to push for what felt like hours, desperate for someone to come in and take over for me.
Laboring all night was no picnic. I had never been through anything so traumatic, and I tried to tell myself that thousands of women had done this and lived to tell about it. I knew that no one had ever died from the pain of childbirth, but I thought to myself – “I wonder if I could die from a heart attack due to the pain of childbirth?”
“One last push and we’ll have a baby,” the doctor said, jolting me back into the reality of what was happening.
I pushed with all that I had and just like that, my precious baby boy entered the world. His tiny little cries echoed in my ears and all I could think was – “He’s here, he’s finally here.”
The doctor placed this precious little child on my chest and in that moment I knew that my life would never been the same again. This sweet baby was a precious gift from God and I just stared at him, barely able to comprehend that he was mine. I looked up at my husband who was too overcome with emotion to speak. He and I continued to stare at this little miracle until the nurse stole him away to clean him up. We named him Bryce Jacob and spent our first days together oohing and aahing over every inch of his tiny little body. He had such tiny fingers and tiny toes. His tiny cry made my heart leap every time I heard it.
Weeks later as I sat watching Bryce play on the floor I realized that just as Bryce had made such a beautiful entrance into the world and into our hearts, so we as children of God have that same opportunity. For, we become God’s children when we choose to accept His most gracious offer – the offer of eternal life with Him. By choosing to be “born-again” I chose to enter a whole new world with my Heavenly Father. I know that His heart delighted over me, just as I felt about my child, because His Word says: The Lord DELIGHTS in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love. (Psalm 147: 11; NIV). I will be forever grateful that God sent His only Son, His most precious Son to die for my sins so that I could enter into this brand new life with Him. I am His child now, and just as I tenderly love and care for my sweet baby, so God’s tender and loving hand will guide and care for me all the days of my life.
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