The Best Christmas Gift

It was quite a different Christmas season all together. I missed my Christmas Eve traditions- shopping at the mall with my mom (not because we needed anything, but because we are crazy), getting out in the hustle bustle, buying Christmas PJ's for Ben, Christmas Eve service at First North, spending time with my family eating our usual Christmas Eve dinner of oyster stew. I just missed the tradition!

I decorated our little hospital room, "home" as we had come to call it, with a small Christmas tree from Ben's nursery, paper chains that I made, and Baby Ben's stocking. I filled the air with my favorite holiday blend of essential oils, I did everything I could to make it feel "Christmassy."

Christmas Day we ate a "holiday feast" from the cafeteria downstairs. I have to say, I wasn't mad at that meal! It was pretty yummy, considering. I passed out small gift bags to the nurses, I wore my snowman shirt that I made, emphasizing my large pregnant belly, and everyone here got quite a kick out of it. I said "Merry Christmas" to anyone who would look my way. I was trying... hard... to make this a joyful Christmas, even though we were "stuck" here.

Katie and Bryan, some sweet, selfless friends, came to visit, along with some family members! We opened some gifts and that brightened our day. We all love gifts, right?!

Throughout the whole day (and day before) I was definitely uncomfortable, but I didn't think much of it. I've been uncomfortable since October 15th, the day we were first admitted to antepartum at MUSC. So I just kept on, determined to celebrate Jesus' birthday the best I could.

Meanwhile, Baby Ben had his own plans. That boy is determined, I tell ya! I was having contractions pretty consistently, but again, I didn't think much of it. As the day passed and evening fell I realized this wasn't normal. I called the doctor in, and I heard what I already knew he was going to say... "We are really shooting for Tuesday!" At that point, to say I did not like that doctor was an incredible understatement... I was in some serious pain.

I'm a pretty calm person, my voice level has been perfected due to years of teaching, I can remain calm in just about any situation. When I envisioned being in labor I totally thought I'd be calm, quietly enduring each one. HA!!!! Nope. Not me! I shouted, I cried, I said mean things, I apologized, etc... Yeah, definitely not what I envisioned, but hey, mommas out there-- you know where I'm coming from!

As the hours passed and the contractions became excruciating, he finally believed me that we were having our baby that night. I had been in active labor for  many hours, and I was dilated to a 5, all without any medication. My poor husband's hands were various shades from white to purple due to me squeezing them with every ounce of strength I had. He listened intently as I explained my not- so- nice feelings about this doctor, and he did his very best to encourage me through every contraction, keeping tabs on how frequent they were. When I thought I couldn't handle it anymore, he was so supportive. I desperately needed him, and he was amazing. Thanks babe, and sorry I yelled so much!

I was relieved that that silly doctor finally believed me. I didn't hate him quite as much. (Doc, if you're reading this, you know we're cool now, but I'm pretty sure you knew how I felt about you in those hormonal, painful hours!)

I was feeling so many different emotions... fear, excitement, panic, joy, elation, sadness, you name an emotion on that crazy spectrum and I bet you I was experiencing it. It was a crazy feeling.

I was finally rolled into the OR in Labor and Delivery at 11:04 pm (5 hours after my active labor began) where I was prepped and finally received that much needed pain medication in my back. Ben was dressed in his "dad scrubs," and he finally joined me in the room around 11:20. I have never been so excited to see that man, as funny as he looked in his blue booties, scrub pants and top, mask, and funny hair net. I needed his comfort and support!

They began the c-section, and I just constantly prayed. I had confidence in the doctors, they're the best in the world. I really wasn't worried about the baby being ready or being born too early. For some reason, that wasn't really a fear anymore at all. My biggest fear was that the membrane on his omphalocele ("o") was going to rupture. There was a super thin membrane holding all of his little organs in, and if that ruptured we were going to be facing some devastating situations. I prayed every second of that c-section... Every second.

At 11:48 pm on Christmas Night my amazing son (oh heavens, I can hardly read what I'm typing through the tears!) was born. My Benjamin Michael Peters was born! They lifted him for 1 second, and I could only see the top of his head. Then he was gone.

They rushed him out of the room with hushed voices and wide- eyed looks at one another. Only their eyes were showing, their masks and hair nets covered the rest, but it was obvious. I could see it all in their eyes, they just hadn't said what was wrong yet. But as they were flying out of the OR with my brand new baby boy that I could not see, I heard it. I heard the most gorgeous, beautiful, fulfilling noise I have ever heard. I heard my son cry. And I wept.

As they were finishing up with me, my husband got to go see Ben get cleaned up and prepped for NICU. As I'm lying on the table, they said they had some information for me. My heart sank. "Great, here it comes..." I thought to myself.

They told me that his membrane had been "nicked" during the birth, but it did not rupture. There was a small hole in the membrane. If it's kind of hard to imagine what I'm talking about, imagine blowing bubbles with a child. That bubble is about how thin the membrane is, somehow holding in his intestine, bowels, liver, and some of his stomach. They worked quickly to repair the small hole, and somehow, they did it.

Yes it had a small hole, but the membrane did not rupture!! Add that to the list of miracles that God has performed throughout this journey.

A little while later, I was in recovery, and my husband joined me. I have never seen my husband look like this. I have never seen him stand as tall as he was, I have never seen that sparkle in his eyes, I have never seen his face glowing quite like it was just then. This man was proud. He was a proud daddy, and it was such a precious sight. He melted my heart and I fell even more in love with that man than ever.

They finally let Baby Ben come in the room before they took him to NICU. We had about 3-4 minutes. He was laying in an incubator on his side, facing me. I have never felt so much love in my life. His eyes were wide, and we connected our eyes for just a second. I got to touch his foot, and I just wept.

There, in front of my eyes, was my miracle baby. The child that God had sustained for 2 months and 10 days in my incompetent womb was finally here. The child that so many people had been praying for was here. The child that I have felt kicking and turning in my belly for months was here. My son, my baby, my everything, was here.

God is writing the most beautiful story though Benjamin Michael. He has used my son in so many ways already while inside my tummy, and I can't imagine how He's going to use him here in this world. I am overwhelmed with gratitude and thanks to my God, who has had His hand on my son from day 1 of this long, rough journey. I am so excited to be able to be a part of Ben's love story that our Father is writing.



Father,
Thank You, thank You, thank You! Thank you for caring for Ben. Thank You for sustaining him in my incompetent tummy for so long. Thank You for working miracles. Thank You for protecting him, for protecting that bubble- thin membrane. Ben is Your child before he is mine. Please continue to write his story, it is already so beautiful. You have made Yourself so evident, so real, so obvious throughout this journey, and even more so now, as this miracle baby breathes on his own in this world. I pray that with every breath from his little lungs that You would be glorified. When people see my baby, may they see Your face, Your handy-work, Your power, Your miracles. Thank You, Jesus. I love you.

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Our journey is far from over. In some ways, it's just beginning. Our next chapter is life in the NICU, and I have already learned that no matter how hard I attempted to prepare myself for this, it is impossible.

Thank you to those of you that have dedicated time to spend in prayer for Ben. Thank you for helping this miracle baby enter the world. As we see, the power of prayer is undeniable. Please continue to cover my little family in prayer. As we move to the next chapter of our journey, please cry out our names to our Lord, to our Jehovah Rapha.

Merry Christmas, friends! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I certainly received the most amazing Christmas gift I could ever imagine!

Choose Joy,
Allison (Mommy)

BMP loves his pacie!

The day Ben can wear this shirt we will throw a HUGE party! 

He is truly our miracle baby! 

Remembering His Greatest Promise

I've dreaded hitting the publish button on this one. What will people think when they read my deepest fears typed out into real words? Some of these I haven't even said out loud. Will this transparency translate to "bad mom" or "weak"? Well, this is my heart. I am a human, a scared human.
- A



Some nights I sit in Ben's nursery and I look out the large windows and I see all of the stars shining in the sky. The sky has been so clear, and I can see every single star sparkling like glitter on a beautiful ribbon wrapped around a Christmas gift.

I wasn't really thinking about anything. I was just sitting. My mind was wandering. I realized that every star I saw that night, I was thinking of a fear I have about my son.

Will his stomach float out more into the omphalocele?

Once he comes, will the doctors and surgeons say it's worse than they expected?

Will he be made fun of by other children when he goes to a swim party because of his large scar across his tummy?

The looks from other moms when they see this defect growing from his tummy.

Will he be able to be fed?

Has he gained enough weight?

Will he be able to breathe on his own?

The first time I see the omphalocele, not in a picture, but in real life. On my tiny baby.

How will that make me feel?

Can I handle seeing it?

Will he make it?

Will several surgeries be too much for his little tiny body?

.......


That night I was overwhelmed with fear. The kind of fear that makes you feel like you're about to throw up, the kind of fear that makes your whole body sweat even though you have chills, the kind of fear that makes you shake and quiver, the kind of fear that takes over your body and your mind.

I'm just plain scared.

When I came out of that dark place in my mind I prayed my prayer of little words.

You know, He never ever promised that things would be perfect. He never promised that things would be easy. In fact, most people face pretty crappy situations in their lives. People face horrible tragedies, loss, crisis. He never promised it would be perfect, and it sure isn't.

He did, however, promise to be enough. And He is.

I just have to trust in Him, there's no one else that I can trust in.

I believe that He's Jehovah Rapha, the Ultimate Healer.

I believe that He's more then enough for me, more than enough for my baby.

I also believe that there's a reason that all of this is happening around Christmas time. The greatest promise that He ever gave to mankind was in the form of a baby. I bet you Mary was terrified. Their situation was so far from perfect. Can you imagine how Mary must have felt? Probably even more scared than I am. Their situation was terrible. No place to stay, going into labor, and riding on a donkey. Let me tell you one thing... If Ben suggested I hop up on a donkey right now and make a long journey I'd punch him square in the gut! Literally, nothing went right for them leading up to the birth, but look what that terrible situation turned into.

It's amazing that His greatest, most powerful, amazing promise was a baby.

Your situation may be absolutely terrible. Your journey may be ugly. Your heart may be broken. And that's okay. We're human.

Momma, it's okay to be scared. Teacher, it's okay to be exhausted. Daddy, it's okay to feel burdened. Secretary, it's okay to feel annoyed. Wife, it's okay to feel lost. Student, it's okay to feel stressed out. Daughter, it's okay feel distraught. Who ever you are, whatever you do, you're a human and you will feel these horrific feelings.

But many years ago there was a baby, and that led to a cross, and that led to an empty tomb.


I am scared. No, I'm terrified... But I'm not going to let that darkness over take me. That baby is our refuge. He's faithful. He's with me. I'm not alone. I know I'm not. He walked this journey before me, and He's walking it with me now. He is taking my fear, and He is drawing me closer through that.

You're not alone. Just remember that incredible baby that changed our world.






Choose Joy,
Allison