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One miracle that is dear to me, is about my son.
He was born premature 27 weeks, and weighing just under 3lbs.
He was in Boston Women’s Hospital, and after 2 days of life, suddenly everything in his system shut down. His arteries collapsed, his lungs collapsed and he wasn’t get any oxygen to his brain. My wife(who is a nurse) and myself were brought into the intensive care nursery, where we saw our son completely grey, with tubes coming out of his chest and his ventilator attempting to breath for him. My wife looked and him and asked the doctor, “he’s dead isn’t he?” The doctor say, essentially yes. He then told us that we would be brought into a private room where our sons body would be brought to us. We said we would like a priest to come in and give him the last sacraments. He was already baptised by the doctor who delivered him in an emergency c-section. My wife was devastated and on the crises of faith. “Why did God allow this to happen?” I could only answer, " he’s in his hands, we must trust in God’s will." Anyway, we waited about 20 minutes for the priest and they told us he was here, but to come out to the intensive care nursery, for they had not yet taken the tubes out of him yet. The priest, who my wife and myself never met, came into the care unit with us, clinical gowns and all. He then began giving my son the last sacraments. The nurses and doctors came around the isolette and prayed. Suddenly, the priest asked me, “by the way, what’s the baby’s name?” I said, Robert James. The pries smiled and said, “really, that’s my name.” Suddenly, my wife and myself had a strong feeling of peace come over us. We felt the strong presence of Christ among us. The pries finished and we walked out and thanked him, never to see him again. We went back to the room to wait for the nurses to bring our son. However, after another 20 minutes, they came to us and said, “we don’t know whats going on, but your son is breathing and he’s getting normal blood-gases.” Another 10 minutes went by and another nurse came to tell us that the doctors don’t understand how he can be breathing so strong. Within an hour, we brought back into the intensive care unit to see our son. Only now, he had good color and we knew, we had a miracle. But it didn’t end there. The doctors then told us that because he had been without oxygen for 12 hours, he would permanent brain damage and would suffer from retardation and other problems. Well to make a long story short, my son is 25 years old today, and although he has cerebral palsy which effects his walking, he is a normal above average thinking human being. He went to regular school and even played T-Ball.
He later learned to play drums and base guitar and created a web-site for handicapped drummers.
handidrummed.com/
Rob Richard is his name.
Jim
