Thirteen

Thirteen years ago, Kevin and I were tucking our 22 month old Kiah into bed, awaiting the arrival of our second child.
I awoke on the 26th at around midnight, and felt absolutely sick....it felt as if the baby flipped around inside of me.
We lived on hour away from Edmonton at that time, and that was where I was supposed to deliver, but God in all of his mercy gave me the sense to know, I just would not make it.
Kevin and I called the neighbour over, and took over to the town over, the opposite direction of the city.  On the fifteen minute drive, I was in full labour.
We arrived at the small town hospital, and soon after my water broke.  The Doctor arrived and asked me when my last ultrasound was.  "twenty weeks" I said, "why?"
I can only feel one foot he said..... the baby may not survive delivery. As you can imagine Kevin and I were disraught, and I was about to deliver perhaps a dead baby......it was the scariest moment of our lives. 
All nurses arrived that could be called...no other Doctor was available...this baby was coming...and I had to push...not fully dialeted, and praying the baby's shoulders would not get lodged in the birth canal, and that she would not suffocate.
No smiling nurses, no smiling doctor...no one saying it was going to be okay....just them saying we take the life of the mother over the baby.
And so it began...God's miracle and gift to us....A Doctor from South Africa, in a town of one thousand people.  Who had delivered a footling breech before...in his native South Africa.  He twisted her and pulled her out bit by bit.  And I pushed, and held...God was in complete control...and than at 1 am on June 27 1999, a crying baby girl...healthy...pink and very chubby!!!
Praise be to God for my miracle!!!!

Happy 13th Birthday, to our girl who came out ready to run.  We love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!