The human body is nothing short of extraordinary. Its ability to withstand challenges, adapt, and bring new life into the world is something we often take for granted until we experience it firsthand. Our son’s birth was a testament to the incredible resilience of the human body and the power of love, faith, and hope. His birth story is one we will carry with us for the rest of our lives, and it is one of the most miraculous moments we have ever witnessed.
It was 8:00 AM on May 8th, 2017 when the first contractions hit. At 29 weeks and 4 days, I was not prepared for what was about to unfold. I’d read about Braxton Hicks contractions before, and since this was my first pregnancy, I assumed that’s what I was feeling. The contractions were mild at first—just a tightness in my abdomen—but as the minutes passed, they became more consistent, stronger, and more intense. I tried to brush it off, thinking it would pass, but as time went on, I began to feel uneasy. The reality of the situation slowly began to sink in.
After about 45 minutes, the contractions started to come closer together, and their intensity kept increasing. That’s when I realized I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, the sound of my screams filling the air as each contraction hit harder. The dispatcher could barely understand me between the pain and the urgency of the situation. I could hear the worry in her voice, but all I could think about was getting to the hospital.
In a state of panic, I handed the phone to Ean, my fiancé, who had been by my side through every moment of this journey. I knew he would keep his cool. He was calm as ever, speaking to the dispatcher and trying to keep me as calm as possible while still racing toward the hospital. I remember the overwhelming fear in my heart as the contractions intensified, each one feeling like it might tear me apart.
But what happened next was something neither of us could have ever expected. As we rushed through the city streets, I felt an intense pressure. In that moment, I reached down, and to my shock, I felt it—the baby’s head. There was no turning back now. I had never been so scared in my life, but I knew that something miraculous was unfolding. The baby was coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I tried to push, but the next moments were a blur. In one swift motion, my miracle baby was born, right there in the car. The fear and disbelief hit me all at once, but that’s when I realized something extraordinary: my son was still completely wrapped in the amniotic sac. His tiny body was untouched, his skin still smooth and delicate, completely shielded by the sac that had protected him for all these weeks.
I handed the phone back to Ean, who was still on the line with 911, and the dispatcher instructed us to pull over immediately. But I knew we wouldn’t make it if we stopped. The hospital was only a few minutes away, and we were already so close. I told Ean to keep driving.
At that moment, I was terrified. I had never felt more vulnerable or helpless in my life. I held my baby, unsure of what would happen next, unsure of whether he would survive. He was still and silent, and I couldn’t help but pray for his safety.
Ean remained calm, reassuring me and staying on the phone with the dispatcher. He was my rock, and I could see the determination in his eyes. His calmness steadied my racing heart. But the silence between us was deafening. We were alone on this journey, with no one to help, only our love and trust in each other. We knew that everything was in God’s hands.
Then, something miraculous happened. As I gently rubbed my baby’s tiny face with my thumb, he stirred. He slowly brought his hands and feet to his face, almost as if he understood the prayers I was whispering to him. It was a sign—a reassuring movement that told me he was okay. My heart swelled with love and relief. I knew in that moment that my baby was a fighter, and that he would be okay.
As we continued our journey, every second felt like an eternity. My eyes were fixed on my baby, who was finally moving in my arms. It was an emotional rollercoaster of fear, joy, and hope, and I couldn’t wait to get him the medical care he needed. But even in those terrifying moments, I felt a deep sense of awe. This tiny life that had grown inside me was already teaching me lessons about strength, patience, and faith.
About seven minutes later, we arrived at the hospital. The medical team rushed to us as soon as we parked, immediately taking our baby from my arms and into theirs. I was both relieved and heartbroken. They quickly began assessing his condition. He was 3 lbs 1 oz—a small but mighty fighter.
The doctors were amazed at his resilience, considering the circumstances of his premature birth. He was immediately placed in the NICU, where he would stay for a few weeks. It was a tough time, but through it all, he showed us how strong he was. Each day he fought harder, growing stronger and more determined. We were told he was a miracle baby, and with every passing day, it became clearer just how true that was.
As the days turned into weeks, we watched our baby grow stronger. His fight for life was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Each milestone, no matter how small, felt like a victory. The doctors were amazed by his progress, and we felt so blessed to be able to see our son thrive after such an uncertain start.
Today, our baby is thriving. He is doing well, growing stronger and smarter every day. He’s a reminder of how powerful the human spirit is and how far love, faith, and hope can take us. When I look at him now, I am filled with gratitude and awe. He is truly a miracle—a little boy who defied the odds and continues to surprise us with his strength, his laughter, and his joy for life.
Reflecting on our journey, I am constantly reminded of the importance of family, faith, and the strength of the human body. We are so incredibly blessed to be his parents, and every day with him is a gift we hold dear. His story is not just our story—it’s a story of hope, resilience, and the power of miracles.
We will never forget the day we met our son. It was the day we learned that miracles are real, that love can overcome fear, and that every moment we have is a gift. Our little miracle boy is destined for greatness, and we can’t wait to see all the incredible things he will do in his life.
We are so grateful for this miracle, and we are blessed beyond measure to be his parents. Every day, I look at my son and think about the strength he showed from the moment he was born, and I can’t help but feel proud.
Our little miracle has arrived, and his story is only just beginning.
