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THE MOST BLESSED AND WORST TIME OF MY LIFE! 91111 5:51 PM
My 7th and hardest pregnacy.
On the afternoon of September 29th, I left work in pain to go to the hospital E.R.. The pain in my right side was exrucitating, like a knife being twisted and grinding every bit of my flesh to pieces.
The doctor found nothing wrong except that I was 2 months pregnant. The tears of joy overpowered the pain; as my last pregnancy was 15 years before. I continued to work until the end of February of 1981, when the doctor said I should go home and be seated for the next 2 months. He planned on doing a C-section May 3rd, because my placenta (that supplies the baby of all nutrients), was behind the bladder, which left me with the risk of losing my baby, or bleed to death.
It was my hardest, saddest pregnancy, as many things were involved--A new husband who didn't want me to sleep with him because I was pregnant. One minute he wanted her and the next he didn't. I spent so many, many days and nights in tears.
Two weeks prior to quitting work, my Val Jr. and his girlfriend Julie, on their way north to Petoskey, had got in an auto accident in Gaylord, Michigan. The phone rang at 3:30 a.m, and Julies mom told me that Val Jr. broke his neck. It was freezing and slippery up north at the time.
While on a downslope 2 lane highway, the van in front of him stepped on the brakes, and Val Jr. couldn't stop as it was icy. When he tried to stop, it threw his car into the path of an uncoming car, throwing Julie into the drivers seat and him into the passengers seat, causing his head and neck go through the top edge of the door where you can shut your fingers in, breaking his neck and causing brain injury. The ambulance drove him to the hospital 120 miles away without pain medication. It was awful to hear....
I woke J.D. to tell him and he didn't even bother to wake up. Here I was alone with no one to comfort me. I felt so alne. Afraid to move for fear of losing my baby as I had already been spotting. So alone, I cried and rocked back and forth as I sat on the sofa, knowing God was the only one who would listen to me... I opened the Bible and read the first verses I came to, which was in Job, chpt 5, which say's, " I make sore and I bind, I wound and I make whole,". I repeated the 4, or 5 verses until morning, pleading with God to save my sons life and make him whole. (Which He started to do the same night as my son was semi-parapalegic at that moment).
We had no car, as we had to go bankrupt in 1981. I felt so lost with my son in Gaylord, and the next day , or 2 hours later, he was taken to Traverse City with only a 5% chance of not being paralyzed for life. It was to much to bear.
Then at 6:30 a.m, his voice was on the phone and my fell heart apart. Oh God, how I cried, as my children have always been my everything. I longed so much to be at his side. And he, never crying before said, "Mom, I wish you were here" and at the end of the conversation, he said he understood why I couldn't, even though he told me later, I was all he needed to see.
We had no money as J.D. was laid off since October. Then finally, I couldn't take it anymore, afraid, oh so afraid, not wanting to think what would happen if I started to bleed.
Then after 3 to 4 weeks, I got my sister to go with me and we bought a ticket to Traverse City for the 5 hour ride. I know I had no right to be on the bus, but my life was in another city so far away.
That afternoon we arrived at the hospital and I saw my son 20 yrs old, but still my boy. As we walked into the room, my heart broke all over again. It was so very painfull to see the one I love covered with plaster all over his body, and screws bolted in his head, front and back, not being able to turn or rest his head on a pillow for the next 4 months. And to stand there watching his stomach bound up and down through the hole in his body cast, as he tried so hard to keep the tears and the cry's inside, and he coudn't. Oh, how it hurt to see him cry that heartbreaking cry and as he said, so far away, scared, alone and so lonely. I felt like I died, the hurt was unbearable. He couldn't move his arms, they had already looked crippled and paralyzed. His left arm was as skinny as my two fingers. He couldn't urinate or have a bowel movement. His legs were already partially paralyzed when we got there. Thanks to God for answered prayer, as he coudn't move them at all before. Yet he shuffled across the floor like a mummy with help of a nurse and walker.
It was so sad, I don't even want to finish this story, as the pain is relived, revived again. IT HURTS!!!
It was so sad to see this beautiful young man, so handome and well one moment and so disabled the next.
Bea and I stayed till the next day, and the relaxed pain started to return again as we prepared, or should I say, had to leave.
There was no money for food or hotel. How I hated to leave. I left him in God's precious hands, but somehow I couldn't let go. But I had too. I tried to cover up the pain as I kissed him goodbye.
We got home and it started all over again, the pressure and bus ride was too much. The next 2 months was pure HELL, as I was always active. I spent many hours watching humerous shows on t.v. and Christian programs to make time fly, but it did'nt.
Winter was still strong. The dishes needed to be done, the house cleaned, the sidewalk shoveled so the mailman wouldn't get upset.
Sissy, my German Shepard and Benji type dog, named David, are brought in and out during the winter. They needed to be fed and tied outside to go potty, laundry needed washing, everything even food, meals for me to eat, jumped out in front of my face. I couldn't stand being alone with no help and not being able to do my own work.
Even standing to dishes would cause me to bleed. As I started spotting, I lived in fear, was she, my baby or I going to die? Who was first? I sat alone for the next month and a half, as J.D. always had to take off to play sports with his brothers or drink, or whatever came up for 8 to 12 hours.
I have never felt so alone in all my life... I despised HIS WAYS!
April 5th I went to the closet to get my Jude's clothes to take her to her dads and down came the blood. My heart filled with fear and I prayed, "GOD, PLEASE DON'T TAKE HER FROM ME". (my unborn baby).
I spent 3 days in the hospital and came home to sit for another 3 weeks.
Then on the 23rd day of April, I walked very, very slowly downstairs to the basement, placing two feet on each step as I went down. I thought, it can't hurt to put clothes in the washer, as I'm not lifting anything. So, I did. When I came upstairs, God spoke to me and said," Today's the day". Then, out gushed the blood and fear came alive again.
I called J.D. at work to have him come home. The foreman told him, and J.D. said he had 2 hours to finish work at 12:00 a.m. His foreman told him that he'd better go home NOW!!! He didn't understand.
My sister took me to Sparrow Hospital, then J.D. finally arrived. The hospital officials were going to wait , but realized they couldn't -- As I lay on the operating table cold and afraid, I begged God not to let us die. I already had a previous C-section with Jude, wasn't afraid of that, but losing my baby would have killed me.
Then it was all over and all the fear was in vain, except the dissapointments in life remain. I'm still try to understand, yet it's hard! I THANK GOD THAT I MAY HAVE BEEN ALONE, IN BOTH SITUATIONS, BUT HE WAS WITH ME ALL THE TIME. I CAN TRUST HIM!!!
Val Jr. went back to work 4 months later on June 13, 1981 after the accident of February 7, 1981. THE DOCTORS AT THE HOSPITAL SAID IT WAS A COMPLETE MIRACLE.
My precious Crystal (brightly pure), Nichole (victorious), was born April 24th of 1981. Weighed 6 pounds 11 ounces. Her birthstone is a Diamond, like she is. One of the most precious jewels in my life as she is my 7th jewel.
In FAITH, I stood on God's word he gave me that night of the accident, no matter what anyone one said,: JOB CHAPTER 5, I CHASTIZE THOSE WHOM I LOVE, I MAKE SORE AND I BIND, I WOUND AND I MAKE WHOLE. I DELIVER YOU FROM SIX, YEA, EVEN SEVEN TROUBLES. NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST YOU SHALL PROSPER. THIS IS THE HERITAGE OF THE SAINTS.
Shared a few months of my life with you so you would know me a little bit.
THIS IS ONLY TWO MIRACLES IN MY LIFE...
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93011 7:25 PM joolbud
Oh, my dear Luisa, of course I understand how you feel and how you felt while going through this terrible time. Sending you my love and caring. Hugs--Rita
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Thank you for understanding Rita: It's unfortunate that we all have to suffer at times in life, but the God of my life is who I totally believe in and know that He is there to me our everyneeds at the right time. Love, Luisa
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91311 3:11 PM STR8UP4ME
OMG. I don't know how I stumbled upon your profile but so greatful, I did. If your story doesn't help one to believe, that their is a GOD, I don't know what will.. Thank you and may He continue to bless you and I pray you never feel ALONE again.. MaryEllen ..
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Oh Mary Ellen, thank you so much. Yes, there is a God. The most precious Father we could ever have. There's a reason for everything. Glad you got to witness one fragment of my life and His works. Love, Luisa
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91311 10:20 AM 3oma
oooo my so dear sweet louisa. wow.this story.it sound like im with you.poor soo strong girl.2 wonders you have tell now isnt?? and your son alive. and your 7th child. all my love for you.big hugs and xxxxxx
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Oh thank you Oma for such a lovely comment. Heartfelt, I'm sure. Just a little moment in my many moments of life. My miracles are alive and well everyday. Love you my young friend. You are always so sweet and tender. What a friend you are. Love, Luisa
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91211 3:56 PM Linda8134
I did get to know you a little bit better. I'm proud to know such a strong woman who professes her faith and belief so clearly. I've had many miracles in my life too. You are right, we're never alone when we have God in our hearts. He is with us always. ♥
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Thank God for my strength Linda: You are so right, as He says, "Lo I am with you and will keep you in ALL places". For I know in whom I believe in. Without Him, we are nothing except selfish. SELF (US) and ISH (MAN). Thank you for sharing your love, Luisa
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91211 2:37 PM drcurran
Luisa you are a beautiful person, to know you is to love you ♥ I could feel your pain as you relived these memories but I also felt your Joy for your two miracles. Love you sweet friend Hugs Catey ♥
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Thank you most precious Catey! It's hard to make big decisions and hoping they turn out well. We are all members of one body and my children are my whole life. Thanks, just want people to know the real me. Love you Catey!!!!
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91211 1:32 PM DZMXAZ
My dear friend,you are truly tempered steel...into the fire,into the cold water...that is the way we are made strong like a fine blade.We are only given events the Universe knows we can handle,it is up to us to dig deep and find that same faith in ourselves.Thank you for sharing this amazing event!!
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And that's only 4 months of my life. Love your message mi hija. I guess I never knew how tempered I was at that time. We do what we gotta do, right! Stay precious my sweet friend, Love, La Polaca
My 7th and hardest pregnacy.
On the afternoon of September 29th, I left work in pain to go to the hospital E.R.. The pain in my right side was exrucitating, like a knife being twisted and grinding every bit of my flesh to pieces.
The doctor found nothing wrong except that I was 2 months pregnant. The tears of joy overpowered the pain; as my last pregnancy was 15 years before. I continued to work until the end of February of 1981, when the doctor said I should go home and be seated for the next 2 months. He planned on doing a C-section May 3rd, because my placenta (that supplies the baby of all nutrients), was behind the bladder, which left me with the risk of losing my baby, or bleed to death.
It was my hardest, saddest pregnancy, as many things were involved--A new husband who didn't want me to sleep with him because I was pregnant. One minute he wanted her and the next he didn't. I spent so many, many days and nights in tears.
Two weeks prior to quitting work, my Val Jr. and his girlfriend Julie, on their way north to Petoskey, had got in an auto accident in Gaylord, Michigan. The phone rang at 3:30 a.m, and Julies mom told me that Val Jr. broke his neck. It was freezing and slippery up north at the time.
While on a downslope 2 lane highway, the van in front of him stepped on the brakes, and Val Jr. couldn't stop as it was icy. When he tried to stop, it threw his car into the path of an uncoming car, throwing Julie into the drivers seat and him into the passengers seat, causing his head and neck go through the top edge of the door where you can shut your fingers in, breaking his neck and causing brain injury. The ambulance drove him to the hospital 120 miles away without pain medication. It was awful to hear....
I woke J.D. to tell him and he didn't even bother to wake up. Here I was alone with no one to comfort me. I felt so alne. Afraid to move for fear of losing my baby as I had already been spotting. So alone, I cried and rocked back and forth as I sat on the sofa, knowing God was the only one who would listen to me... I opened the Bible and read the first verses I came to, which was in Job, chpt 5, which say's, " I make sore and I bind, I wound and I make whole,". I repeated the 4, or 5 verses until morning, pleading with God to save my sons life and make him whole. (Which He started to do the same night as my son was semi-parapalegic at that moment).
We had no car, as we had to go bankrupt in 1981. I felt so lost with my son in Gaylord, and the next day , or 2 hours later, he was taken to Traverse City with only a 5% chance of not being paralyzed for life. It was to much to bear.
Then at 6:30 a.m, his voice was on the phone and my fell heart apart. Oh God, how I cried, as my children have always been my everything. I longed so much to be at his side. And he, never crying before said, "Mom, I wish you were here" and at the end of the conversation, he said he understood why I couldn't, even though he told me later, I was all he needed to see.
We had no money as J.D. was laid off since October. Then finally, I couldn't take it anymore, afraid, oh so afraid, not wanting to think what would happen if I started to bleed.
Then after 3 to 4 weeks, I got my sister to go with me and we bought a ticket to Traverse City for the 5 hour ride. I know I had no right to be on the bus, but my life was in another city so far away.
That afternoon we arrived at the hospital and I saw my son 20 yrs old, but still my boy. As we walked into the room, my heart broke all over again. It was so very painfull to see the one I love covered with plaster all over his body, and screws bolted in his head, front and back, not being able to turn or rest his head on a pillow for the next 4 months. And to stand there watching his stomach bound up and down through the hole in his body cast, as he tried so hard to keep the tears and the cry's inside, and he coudn't. Oh, how it hurt to see him cry that heartbreaking cry and as he said, so far away, scared, alone and so lonely. I felt like I died, the hurt was unbearable. He couldn't move his arms, they had already looked crippled and paralyzed. His left arm was as skinny as my two fingers. He couldn't urinate or have a bowel movement. His legs were already partially paralyzed when we got there. Thanks to God for answered prayer, as he coudn't move them at all before. Yet he shuffled across the floor like a mummy with help of a nurse and walker.
It was so sad, I don't even want to finish this story, as the pain is relived, revived again. IT HURTS!!!
It was so sad to see this beautiful young man, so handome and well one moment and so disabled the next.
Bea and I stayed till the next day, and the relaxed pain started to return again as we prepared, or should I say, had to leave.
There was no money for food or hotel. How I hated to leave. I left him in God's precious hands, but somehow I couldn't let go. But I had too. I tried to cover up the pain as I kissed him goodbye.
We got home and it started all over again, the pressure and bus ride was too much. The next 2 months was pure HELL, as I was always active. I spent many hours watching humerous shows on t.v. and Christian programs to make time fly, but it did'nt.
Winter was still strong. The dishes needed to be done, the house cleaned, the sidewalk shoveled so the mailman wouldn't get upset.
Sissy, my German Shepard and Benji type dog, named David, are brought in and out during the winter. They needed to be fed and tied outside to go potty, laundry needed washing, everything even food, meals for me to eat, jumped out in front of my face. I couldn't stand being alone with no help and not being able to do my own work.
Even standing to dishes would cause me to bleed. As I started spotting, I lived in fear, was she, my baby or I going to die? Who was first? I sat alone for the next month and a half, as J.D. always had to take off to play sports with his brothers or drink, or whatever came up for 8 to 12 hours.
I have never felt so alone in all my life... I despised HIS WAYS!
April 5th I went to the closet to get my Jude's clothes to take her to her dads and down came the blood. My heart filled with fear and I prayed, "GOD, PLEASE DON'T TAKE HER FROM ME". (my unborn baby).
I spent 3 days in the hospital and came home to sit for another 3 weeks.
Then on the 23rd day of April, I walked very, very slowly downstairs to the basement, placing two feet on each step as I went down. I thought, it can't hurt to put clothes in the washer, as I'm not lifting anything. So, I did. When I came upstairs, God spoke to me and said," Today's the day". Then, out gushed the blood and fear came alive again.
I called J.D. at work to have him come home. The foreman told him, and J.D. said he had 2 hours to finish work at 12:00 a.m. His foreman told him that he'd better go home NOW!!! He didn't understand.
My sister took me to Sparrow Hospital, then J.D. finally arrived. The hospital officials were going to wait , but realized they couldn't -- As I lay on the operating table cold and afraid, I begged God not to let us die. I already had a previous C-section with Jude, wasn't afraid of that, but losing my baby would have killed me.
Then it was all over and all the fear was in vain, except the dissapointments in life remain. I'm still try to understand, yet it's hard! I THANK GOD THAT I MAY HAVE BEEN ALONE, IN BOTH SITUATIONS, BUT HE WAS WITH ME ALL THE TIME. I CAN TRUST HIM!!!
Val Jr. went back to work 4 months later on June 13, 1981 after the accident of February 7, 1981. THE DOCTORS AT THE HOSPITAL SAID IT WAS A COMPLETE MIRACLE.
My precious Crystal (brightly pure), Nichole (victorious), was born April 24th of 1981. Weighed 6 pounds 11 ounces. Her birthstone is a Diamond, like she is. One of the most precious jewels in my life as she is my 7th jewel.
In FAITH, I stood on God's word he gave me that night of the accident, no matter what anyone one said,: JOB CHAPTER 5, I CHASTIZE THOSE WHOM I LOVE, I MAKE SORE AND I BIND, I WOUND AND I MAKE WHOLE. I DELIVER YOU FROM SIX, YEA, EVEN SEVEN TROUBLES. NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST YOU SHALL PROSPER. THIS IS THE HERITAGE OF THE SAINTS.
Shared a few months of my life with you so you would know me a little bit.
THIS IS ONLY TWO MIRACLES IN MY LIFE...
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93011 7:25 PM joolbud
Oh, my dear Luisa, of course I understand how you feel and how you felt while going through this terrible time. Sending you my love and caring. Hugs--Rita
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Thank you for understanding Rita: It's unfortunate that we all have to suffer at times in life, but the God of my life is who I totally believe in and know that He is there to me our everyneeds at the right time. Love, Luisa
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91311 3:11 PM STR8UP4ME
OMG. I don't know how I stumbled upon your profile but so greatful, I did. If your story doesn't help one to believe, that their is a GOD, I don't know what will.. Thank you and may He continue to bless you and I pray you never feel ALONE again.. MaryEllen ..
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Oh Mary Ellen, thank you so much. Yes, there is a God. The most precious Father we could ever have. There's a reason for everything. Glad you got to witness one fragment of my life and His works. Love, Luisa
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91311 10:20 AM 3oma
oooo my so dear sweet louisa. wow.this story.it sound like im with you.poor soo strong girl.2 wonders you have tell now isnt?? and your son alive. and your 7th child. all my love for you.big hugs and xxxxxx
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Oh thank you Oma for such a lovely comment. Heartfelt, I'm sure. Just a little moment in my many moments of life. My miracles are alive and well everyday. Love you my young friend. You are always so sweet and tender. What a friend you are. Love, Luisa
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91211 3:56 PM Linda8134
I did get to know you a little bit better. I'm proud to know such a strong woman who professes her faith and belief so clearly. I've had many miracles in my life too. You are right, we're never alone when we have God in our hearts. He is with us always. ♥
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Thank God for my strength Linda: You are so right, as He says, "Lo I am with you and will keep you in ALL places". For I know in whom I believe in. Without Him, we are nothing except selfish. SELF (US) and ISH (MAN). Thank you for sharing your love, Luisa
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91211 2:37 PM drcurran
Luisa you are a beautiful person, to know you is to love you ♥ I could feel your pain as you relived these memories but I also felt your Joy for your two miracles. Love you sweet friend Hugs Catey ♥
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Thank you most precious Catey! It's hard to make big decisions and hoping they turn out well. We are all members of one body and my children are my whole life. Thanks, just want people to know the real me. Love you Catey!!!!
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91211 1:32 PM DZMXAZ
My dear friend,you are truly tempered steel...into the fire,into the cold water...that is the way we are made strong like a fine blade.We are only given events the Universe knows we can handle,it is up to us to dig deep and find that same faith in ourselves.Thank you for sharing this amazing event!!
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And that's only 4 months of my life. Love your message mi hija. I guess I never knew how tempered I was at that time. We do what we gotta do, right! Stay precious my sweet friend, Love, La Polaca
That is touching. I had 2 eptopic pregnancies, 1 in '74, & other in '75. God has my two sons. Mark was my brother & my Best Friend. No one wanted children more than me. TG you have a 7th daughter. I agree with, and wrote on most of your blog entries. I AM an OBAMA supporter. He IS NOT EVIL!
Wow' La Polaca, I was certainly mesmerized by the story/account of these situations that occurred in your life. Now I know why your so full of love and goodness. My very own 'wildflower' you're such a wonderful & lovely individual. Thank you for sharing this with us. Much love & respect...Gail xxx
Hi Honey: I'm so glad you read "My Miracles", which is only a few months out of my childrens life out of 10 thousands. They are members of my body, like my arms/legs, etc., & without them I could not live. A mothers heart is like God's as far as love is. Love you sooo Much, La Polaca
Amazing story you are one special lady my sweet Luisa big hug XXX
'AMAZING GRACE". I'm so very grateful that God took care of me for my other 6 children, and for my son and my baby daughter Berto. There is no love like the love of a mother which is closest to God's love for all of us. Love 2 U, Luisa
I am so very glad you had God and his angels to watch over you. Life can be so very hard but love will see us through.
Thank you Brend Lu. You are soo right. We may think we are alone w/no one around, but God say's, "Lo, I am with you and will keep you in ALL places". So if you think you are alone, not so. Talk to Him (GOD), as He hears us and helps through the storms of life. Love to you sweetheart!