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Topic: DREAM (01/02/20)
TITLE: Babies and Beds
By Corinne Smelker
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Freaked out, I called my husband into our bedroom.
“I’m bleeding.” I said. My panic-stricken face must have said it all.
“Honey, it’s ok.”
“NO! It’s not. The last time I bled, we lost the baby.”
I couldn’t lose this one, this one was planned, prayed for and we were so excited to discover we were pregnant. Why was my body betraying me, again? Yes, we had three kids already, but I had experienced two miscarriages, one between each pregnancy. Was this pattern to be repeated?
As my mind raced, Terry rubbed my back gently. “Let’s pray,” he said softly. We linked hands and he led us in prayer.
After we were done he encouraged me to rest and sleep as it was getting late anyway. He left the room and I was all alone, with my thoughts and fears. “Dear God, I need you now. I need to know this baby will be all right.” After reading my Bible for a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.
I seldom dream, or if I do, I seldom remember my dream. But that night was different. The following morning I woke Terry up. “The baby is going to be fine,” I proclaimed.
“Oh good,” he said sleepily. “Wait! How do you know? Did you stop bleeding?”
“Not sure,” I replied, “But God gave me a dream. We are having a boy.”
“Yes. I prayed that God would let me know this baby would be ok, and last night I dreamt that I gave birth to a baby boy in our bed.”
“Wow. Well babe, that’s awesome!”
I had no further instance of bleeding, and at our 18-week ultrasound we discovered we were having a boy. We moved homes when I was 24-weeks pregnant, and I was now a 45-minute drive from my OB and his participating birthing center and hospital.
“Dr Smith,” I said in a couple of appointments, “We’ve moved farther away and I am really concerned that since my last birth was two hours from first contraction to birth that I go into labour with my son and land up delivering him on the side of the road. We only lived 10 minutes away the last time and we barely made it.”
He was an older man and seemed patronizing at the best of times. “Don’t worry yourself my dear,” he reassured me. “Only twice in my years of practice have patients not made it to the hospital.”
“But I might be your third!” I said indignantly. But he brushed me off.
“I think we should have a home birth,” I suggested to Terry when I was 34-weeks pregnant. I had already done my research and talked to other home-birthing moms. We met with a midwife who worked with a doctor who had privileges at a local hospital. The midwife only lived two miles from our house, and we both felt comfortable with our decision.
On Wednesday night, October 21st, at 10:20pm I felt the first twinge of labour pains. At 10:30 Terry asked if something was wrong. “Well, I have had a couple of contractions.”
“Don’t you think we should call Kathy?”
“What if it’s not the real thing?”
I’m not sure why, but I am always in denial in the early stages.
“What the heck? You’re overdue. She saw you today and you were 4cm dilated. I’m calling her!”
Kathy made it to our home in 10 minutes. And at 11:05pm, 45 minutes after labour started, our fourth child, a son was born.
As we gazed at the perfection that was our son, I began to laugh. Kathy looked at me quizzically. “What’s so funny?”
“My dream came true! I have a little boy and I had him in my bed! God really did answer my prayer back in February!”
Job 33:15 (MSG) “In a dream, for instance, a vision at night, when men and women are deep in sleep, fast asleep in their beds—God opens their ears…”
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