I Took Part In A Miracle

Let's go back to June 27, 1953 when my beautiful, redheaded baby boy was born. In those days (back in the olden times), we had no Lamaze, or birthing classes, or breathing instructions. We had anesthesia, oh yes, a combination of gas and ether. But they were not allowed to administer it until the arrival of the doctor, and he wasn't summoned until the labor had reached a certain stage, it would never do to disturb his sleep until birth was iminent. There was lots of pain . . . fear and anxiety . . . and impatience for the whole ordeal to be over. I might add, I was 20 . . . 3,000 miles from home . . . and my husband had been at sea for several months.
I kept praying silently, Please let this be over soon, please help me to bear this ordeal, please let my baby be healthy, and please . . . let it be a little boy with red hair. At that time we were not privileged to learn the sex by ultra sound or amniotic testing. We had to take what we got.
When labor reached the last stage and nature took control, I was dumbstruck with awe and wonder at this great miracle of creation. I was so completely involved in this wondrous, supernatural phenomena that I was experiencing, that the pain and fear were no longer my primary concerns.
I have not shared this experience before, for fear that they would have me committed. But 50 years later, when I think about it, I still recall the sense of wonder and amazement. When they laid him in my arms I felt as though I had been entrusted with one of God's most treasured creations. I was only permitted to experience this miracle one time; but it is a momment I shall never forget. And each time I see my 6'2", red headed baby boy, I again experience the wonder that I was allowed to be a part of his creation. Each day I thank God for giving him to me and for the wonderful human being he has become. Happy Birthday, Son.