He came to me early one beautiful Sunday morning at 7:35 a.m. Weighing in at only two pounds and one ounce. That day would change my whole life, in that instance my newborn son, who God gave life to, could be taken away as quick as he came to us. The enemy had other plans for my son, death. Those five letters would become my son’s whole reason for fighting for his life and my husband and I praying for a miracle.
In the hours after my son was born there were family members all over the waiting room. They were my strength in the months to come. There were hundreds even thousands praying for my son, Our church came together and prayed for our little angel. My family stayed with us and prayed for his healing.
The story really begins December 21st 1995, I went in for my six month checkup I was a high risk pregnancy, so I went in quite often. On this particular day I was to have ultrasound done. I assumed I would be out within the hour, well that turned into five hours. Finally my doctor came out to talk to me and told me there was something wrong with my son. Yes it was a boy!!
But this day I got more than I came for, I was being sent to see a "specialist" This man would change my entire day, with just one sentence, Mrs. Peters there is a problem with your son. One sentence no parent wants to hear I remember the silence in the room while the third ultrasound was being done on my son. The look on the doctor’s face and his assistant. I felt like my son was given a death sentence. I cried on the shoulder of the doctor who I have never met.
I walked out of the doctor’s office, it was full out in the waiting room. I had to face all these women who were having normal everyday pregnancies and here I was crying my eyes out, confused asking God why is the enemy attacking my son? A question I would ask several more times. (I finally got my answer February 17th 1996)
You see the doctor had told me that my son had Downs Syndrome , and a major heart condition and would be born very early and would probably would have to have open heart surgery and most likely would not survive the surgery or the birth. Now you see why I was upset when I walked out. I also was alone this day I told my husband I could go by myself, Little did I know this day would change our lives.
My mom came to be with me, my husband was on his way. I had a amniocentesis done December 26th,1995 (I really was to far along to do this, but my husband and I prayed and felt peace about doing it) On January 6th I got the phone call I had been waiting for at 12:14 p.m. the voice on the other end was the doctor who had told me the "bad news" He got real quite for a moment then the silence was broken by one sentence "Mrs. Peters I have your test results" (There are two ways this can go) Your results here say at that moment I hear what he says to me my knees get weak I fall on the floor in tears, my co-workers have no clue what has been said I look up and said thank you lord!! Our son did not have Downs Syndrome. My first phone call was to my husband and the second was to our church. Our church was our home and our strength.
Now it is January 16th and I have entered the hospital not to leave until my due date March 28th 1996. This was going to be a long stay. I could not get up except to go to the bathroom otherwise I had to stay put so they could monitor the baby. Six days later around 5:00 a.m. I awoke having an oxygen mask put on my face seeing this I jumped up out of bed scared and confused. The nurse put me back in bed and said the baby’s heart is not getting the oxygen he needs, You better call your family you are going to have a baby today.
I turned and told my husband to call everybody to come in. The day before January 20th the doctor told me they were going to have to take him the next day. I was scheduled to have him a 12:00 p.m. But has usual things were not be on schedule (that usually happens with babies) So I am ready to go in and have a emergency c-section. The doctor decided since he had a heart condition it was the best and less stressful for the baby.
On January 21st at 7:35 a.m. Our son Jordan Scott, came into this world at barely two pounds. I just saw a glance of him I didn’t even hear him cry. I started to ask questions Is he okay? Why isn’t he crying? Where is my baby? It grew very quite in the room just a lot of people shuffling around no one talking, but working very fast to save our child’s life. It would be exactly two hours before I would see my angel.
When I went to see my son he was very little and very frail, machines every where and tubes hooked up to him. He couldn’t even breathe on his own. By the second week my son was off the ventilator and under a oxygen hood, within 24 hours my son was on a nose cannula. This was very encouraging for us then it started heart would slow or stop. The first time I saw my son turn blue was the worst feeling in my entire life.
His heart would slow or stop over a dozen times after that, but every time my angel would come back stronger and more determined to fight and his strength was unbelievable. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into month. By February we were able to hold our son now. On February 17th 1996 my scheduled baby shower was here I went to the hospital that morning as I always did, I was holding my son sitting in the rocking chair it was dark in his room because of his eyes were still developing and they were sensitive to light and I started to thank God for my son and his miraculous healing and all of a sudden my son just turned his head and started to turn blue then the machines started to go off the nurses ran in and a panic set in my son had stop breathing.
I started to pray in the spirit and all of a sudden my son started to come back to me it was only for a minute if that, but it felt like an hour went by. And all of a sudden there was this calming in his room and such a peace over us. I looked up and I saw the most wonderful thing I have ever witnessed there was this light goldish glow in the shape of a circle when I looked around there were angels standing all around us in circle and then I heard a whisper in my ear .
It was a sweet sound nothing I ever heard before, it was soothing and so peaceful then the voice said to me he is okay don’t worry any more. God has a plan for this child we will protect him. When I looked back up they were gone, but there was such a peace over that room. I couldn’t get up for a few minutes because I was so at peace. I looked down at my son and just wept not because he had stop breathing, that he was alive and smiling at me. From that day on my son has had no more serious effects with his heart.
I thank God every day for our son and the miracle he has gave us. He is our little angel, when I start to get discouraged I hear a whisper from an angel.
Sharon E. Peters
November 9th 1999
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