Happy Birthday Elijah

Today is Elijah Pierce’s very first birthday. Today we celebrate a day that over a year ago for a time, we were not sure would arrive. 23 weeks into the pregnancy I had been at a revival meeting. It was the last night, and I was feeling extra weary. The special speaker was up doing the alter call and praying for people… when she came up to me and prayed over my womb. She spoke life and wholeness and she commanded that this baby be born perfectly healthy. I thought it to be a bit strange, but I did not worry as I knew that God gave this child to me. Easy to not worry when you are unaware of what was going wrong. That night, when we went home (the speakers were our friends so they were staying with us) I went to the bathroom where I discovered a significant amount of blood. In a bit of a panic then, I called for my husband to hurry to me. Calm and collected as always he comes back to see what was wrong, and seeing the blood we both knew then I had to hurry to the hospital. Thankfully it was only 5 minutes away. Laying in the emergency room, the Dr attempted an internal exam, but was unable to as there was so much blood. He hooked me up to an IV, without too much explanation. The blood was literally pouring out; it felt almost like my water had broken. I prayed to God and I begged Him to not allow this child to die. I knew Elijah was a promise and I wasn’t willing to let go. The Dr took my husband aside and informed him that they had done an emergency contact on my OB, but the odds are they would be rolling me into surgery to remove the baby from my womb, otherwise not only the baby would lose his life but I could lose mine as well. I was not willing to even consider that option. How could I allow them to do that, and then I pleaded with God to not force me into a decision like that. When I stopped for a moment and tried to calm down as I knew being upset wasn’t helping anything, God got a word in edgewise. He told me to hand my promise over to Him, and let Him take care of it… and take care of me. He would determine the outcome and my heart was at peace. Whatever the outcome was I knew that God had control. I was still very scared, and yet I had that peace that passes all understanding in my heart.



Turns out I had a fairly large blood clot that was forming between my uterus and the placenta. They had called it placenta abruptia, and were convinced that I could possibly bleed to death. My OB was very calm... he admitted me to the hospital for over night observation. He didn’t want to just to take action without seeing if it could correct itself. I bled through the night, but not as bad as a few hours prior. In the middle of the night when all was quiet I knew it would be ok, God brought back to remembrance the prayer during the revival meeting. He knew this was going to happen, God is never surprised. He knew it was going to happen, and the speaker, my friend, was obedient to pray what God put into her spirit to pray. Me and my child were going to be fine.



They had done an emergency ultrasound upon arrival in the emergency. They said there was an abnormality there and they were almost certain it was abruptia. But over night in the hospital the bleeding slowed down and just about stopped. Elijah’s heart beat ( to their surprise) was normal the entire time. He didn’t seem to be stressed during this situation. Which you know had to be God! But the following morning I was sent home with explicit instructions for strict bed rest. Only get up for the bathroom if I absolutely had to go.. and some natural laxatives so I wouldn’t strain ANYTHING ( I know that seems like a TMI, but it’s to explain how much I needed to be absolutely still ). And this bed rest.. was laying down on my sides, sitting was not an option. The ultra sound a few days later.. no more abnormality. And you know how Dr’s are .. when trying to explain things away… they said they must have been mistaken on the abruptia… but neither could they explain where the blood came from, why so much, why Eli’s heart rate was normal….. I knew. I knew God was taking care of everything. I was on bed rest as a precaution for 8 weeks. About 4 of those weeks was laying down.. the rest was sitting and laying down .. and after that basically I could walk to destinations where I would need to rest and take it easy.



Then on February 15th, my son was born. Very healthy. He was 8 lbs and 5 oz. I don’t remember his height at the moment… but he was definitely healthy.



Elijah’s first year was a year of challenges, and triumphs. He is our joy, he is our heart.



We are thankful for the testimony that God has provided through this amazing little boy. We look forward to the rest of his life, so see what God has for him as his life unfolds. Happy Birthday my son, we love you!