"You're A Miracle Baby"

With this post I'm just going to jump straight into the story...

I was born on the beautiful island called the British Virgin Islands (BVI). When I was born, the nurses realised I had several problems. The medical professionals decided it would be best if I was sent to Peurto Rico to receive treatment. Peurto Rico didn't want to accept me as usually people from my Island didn't pay back their medical  bills. So I was sent to America instead. On the way to America it was found that I needed an oxygen tank but they didn't seem to have one on board. Eventually one of the flight attendants found one just in time. However, I still wouldn't be able to fly to America as they no longer had tanks but those drop down masks that they have now. By that time everything was taking a toll on me and I was seriously turning blue. My dad and everyone around honestly thought I would die right there and then in Peurto Rico. It was decided I was just going to have to have my treatment in Peurto Rico. The first hospital they tried refused my case . By God's grace a hospital eventually took me in as they said if I had carried on I wouldn't have made it. They noticed I had (and still have) what is known as Vacterl Association. They admitted me and operated on me. I stayed in hospital for around 2 months. Eventually, I went back to the BVI but I kept having to return to Puerto Rico because I was constantly getting sick. 

Things seemed to go from bad to worse. Puerto Rico told my parents that they couldn't operate on me anymore because my arteries were underdeveloped. God stepped in again. A doctor in the BVI referred me to Great Ormond Street Hospital here in the UK. I came to the UK when I was 10 months. They operated on me and they treated me until I was 18 years old.  Amidst these trials, people constantly questioned my parent’s actions. There were many thoughts put forward that I was a hopeless case, as even if I did survive, I would just be disabled. Doctors didn't think I would walk. Many didn't even think I'd survive but at 19 years old I can loudly proclaim that I serve a living Saviour because he made a way when it seemed like there was no way. God is truly good.

Earlier this year, I was going through a dark period. I was constantly complaining. Always asking the Lord "why me?". I felt like nothing was going for me in life. I mean, I didn't feel "normal" because my body is shaped different from what most people around me look like. I'm restricted from doing certain things due to my condition and the list goes on. I wanted to know what was the point. Then around May God gave me my answer. 

It was a Sabbath Morning, I wanted to be at a certain event, but my dad made me go to the church he was attending that day. When I tell you, God puts you in certain places and situations for a reason. After church was over one of the senior members approached me and the first thing she said was "You're a miracle baby you know that. God has kept you here for a reason". She went on about the struggles my parents went through with me. At that point I was just thinking why is this lady rambling. But later on, the words just kept swirling through my mind. I felt special. I was so happy for the rest of the day.

Now I'm here to tell you the reader, that YOU TOO ARE A MIRACLE BABY! Look back on your life. All the trials and tests you've had to endure. All you've come through. God brought you through that and he done it for a reason. Because you matter. God took his time with you. In Genesis 1:26 God says "Let us make man in our own image". Do you realise how amazing that makes you? You are "fearfully and wonderfully made". I really want you to take a moment to take this in because it is serious. I constantly have people telling me how down they are and how they don't matter. Well... that's a lie.

Don't let your struggles and negative emotions overpower you. God is fighting on your side because you are worth it. You matter. You are a miracle. 

Thanks for reading x