A Labor of Love

I was sitting in a room in a house I didn't know. I realized I was the only female in the house and looked around and recognized a few family and friends when Death, the Grim Reaper, walked through the door. I watched as he slowly walked past a number of people and stopped in front of me. Shaking I found my voice and stuttered, "Leave me and my baby alone". He looked at me and said, "I'm not here for you or your daughter." I looked at him surprised and asked, "So it really is a girl?" He didn't answer but said, "It's going to be a long few weeks." I didn't get the sense that someone was dying, only that some one's life hung in the balance....that's when I woke up.

I was uneasy and a little sick to my stomach. I was 32 weeks and the doctor said it could be anytime now. I laid in bed holding my belly and willing this baby to be okay, to stay in my belly a little longer. I dropped to my knees and started another heartfelt to prayer to my Heavenly Father begging as only a mother knows how for the safety of her baby.

Everything felt so uneasy about this pregnancy, from day 1. I monitored every movement, every contraction, every calorie. I prayed a few days later to see my baby in a dream. I needed to know she would be okay, I found myself in the same dream I've had the last few months.

I'm in labor and I'm pushing...the baby comes out with the cord wrapped around his neck. It's a little boy, he's not breathing. They tell me he died. I just watch as they take his little body away and they tell me to push again out comes a healthy little girl. The dream ends...

I call my mom and best friend. I can't stop crying. Everything is telling me something is wrong. The next few weeks I'm constantly on my knees begging to my Heavenly Father for a miracle. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, just as long as I am able to bring my baby home. As labor gets closer and closer, my prayers are more insistent and I find myself resolved to my Heavenly Father's will. Only time would tell what that would be...